Here's a thought I'd like to know If you could feel suicidal Without being depressed Does that make sense? Does making sense even matter If that's how it feels?
I know I'm happy And I know it's real I'm surrounded by the people I love And I've found love in the things I do
But I see a bridge And the only thing I can think of Is jump I look at cars on the busy streets From the passenger seat And think Maybe today One of them will just so happen To hit me, maybe Maybe Hopefully
Smiling is genuine I don't fake faces, it's just not me Yet in the safety of my home I'm not safe in my own head
I don't know how To ask for help They'll say I'm fine And I am fine But I'm not And I know it