Suicide,
Is a state of mind,
Than can be cured, Anytime,
With the art of communication,
Is such a waste of time,
When you can climb the hill,
Look inside, open your mind,
Open the lid of the tin of will,
And when you're feeling broken,
And when you're feeling down,
Don't leave your feelings unspoken,
Say them loud,
Nothing can't be healed,
Nothing can't revealed,
Nothing can't be understood,
Understood,
Suicide,
Is the easy way out,
Nothing to be proud about,
Causes more pain than relief,
Too all of the that you leave,
Open your mind,
Look inside,
Open the tin of will because,
Nothing can't be healed,
Nothing can't revealed,
Nothing can't be understood,
Understood,
What are you doing?
What are you doing there?
There are many around you,
Who love you and really care,
Put your gun down,
Put your pills away,
Think of those you'll leave behind
you,
The one's who'll tend your grave,
Hang up your twisted rope,
Put the knife back in its sheaf,
There are those all around you,
Who in you, they believe,
Your mother had you,
She carried you around,
Your father needs you,
You make him so proud,
Your sister loves you,
Your brother needs a mate,
Don't let them stop loving you,
Don't let them feel hate,
Those you'll leave behind,
Are those who'll feel the pain,
Your be gone and sleeping,
There'll be here and awake,
Those you'll leave behind,
Will live the sorrow of you,
Everyday filled with the lies of living,
When you died with the truth,
Hang up your twisted rope,
Put your gun down,
Don't leave those behind you,
Staring at a waste less ground
Thank you
