I once heard that suicide was painless,
especially if you use the steel that is stainless.
But when you go, you're bound to die nameless,
and everyone is helpless but no one is blameless.
I once heard you could determine your life with a game of MASH,
from who you would marry and if they'd have cash.
The future was written out but the ink gave me a rash,
and the destination was plotted to come to a crash.
Now through early morning fog I see,
every regret and every memory,
grasping a hopeful visionary,
that in this life we can be free.
I once heard that suicide was painless,
and with tragedy you can become famous,
but the outcome is always quite heinous,
and we all have pride but the release is shameless.
Now through early morning fog I see,
the line between truth and reality,
and with every wish and every plea,
I beg the world to just let it be.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's a route of living chainless,
but it only leaves destruction in it's wake.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's skies are always rainless,
but the rays of sunshine are extremely fake.
Yes suicide is painless,
It's outcome is very gainless,
the only thing that's gifted is heartbreak.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
I once heard that suicide was painless,
especially if you use the steel that is stainless.
But when you go, you're bound to die nameless,
and everyone is helpless but no one is blameless.
I once heard you could determine your life with a game of MASH,
from who you would marry and if they'd have cash.
The future was written out but the ink gave me a rash,
and the destination was plotted to come to a crash.
Now through early morning fog I see,
every regret and every memory,
grasping a hopeful visionary,
that in this life we can be free.
I once heard that suicide was painless,
and with tragedy you can become famous,
but the outcome is always quite heinous,
and we all have pride but the release is shameless.
Now through early morning fog I see,
the line between truth and reality,
and with every wish and every plea,
I beg the world to just let it be.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's a route of living chainless,
but it only leaves destruction in it's wake.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's skies are always rainless,
but the rays of sunshine are extremely fake.
Yes suicide is painless,
It's outcome is very gainless,
the only thing that's gifted is heartbreak.
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