Suicide sounds sweet
Suicide & I should meet
Suicide is the type of guy to talk me right to sleep.

It wasn't always this way
For years I prayed
Like a wheeping half beaten slave

When I sleep
I see their faces
When I speak
I'm doing so for them
Cause without them
There would be no
Where I am.

There would be no me
& this world without me is just
Plain ol' boring
I'll pick myself up in the morning
Guess I missed suicides appointment