Today was the day he decided to end it all
peace was with him, for awhile
Then he got to look back at the grief the heart ache
the despair he left behind
And the wave of love toward his family that followed
gladdened him, he changed his mind

To late said the hand on his shoulder, your bed is made
they will have to re-make it everyday for the rest of their lives
He pleaded it was in a moment of self pity
I know said the hand I am that thing
Come and meet my following
We are many
All trapped
In death
Alone