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Suicide

Cynic (GBR)
A desperate cry for help,
A note left upon the shelf,
A shattered life, lies in pieces,
The contract of life, he breaches.

A man left all alone,
No friends to call his own,
One last pill will see him home,
And the next step is the unknown.

Unintended suicide,
Empty bottle by his side,
Marked dangerous,
Marked suicide,
Alas, nobody cried.

Well you tried to change the day,
Hero you thought they’d say,
Now your dreams are turned to clay,
Somehow, no one was made to pay.

You feel the darkness begin to cloud inside your head,
You try to move but your nerves are dead, dead.

Suicide by side,
You really must not take your life,
It’s really not that bad,
And the world won’t feel as sad,
And don’t you realize,
That nothing is solved by your demise.

Here today,
Gone tomorrow,
So they’ll say,
So they’ll say,
Gone tomorrow here today.

A lifetime’s much too short,
A new one, it can’t be bought,
So ride the glory,
Ride the tears,
Ride the anguish,
And the fear.

Because nothing’s really always what it seems,
What it seems,
Nothing’s always what it seems,
What it seems,
Nothing’s always what it seems.