A man's failure to find out who he really is ends in tragedy. |
He doesn't know why he fights Because he has no reason to go on. He can't find himself And it's just been too long. Where he wants to go it's sunny and bright And he can listen to a chorus of birds whistle their song But as he soon learns, nothing ever turns out right Because as it so happens, he's always proven wrong. A life in shadows is where he has always confided Most people think he's just here for the ride. He has never taken advantage of what his life has provided And now the only thing that feels right is his own suicide. He takes his knife and makes his first slices Now knowing happiness has it's prices. He takes his last cut and it's not enough He needs something worse that can treat him more rough He runs to his bathroom and starts taking pills And now he knows it's love that kills. Nothing seems to be working, not a pill nor a knife Maybe a rope and a chair is enough to end his life. He wraps the noose around his neck and stands up on his chair He takes a final glance around thinking life was never fair. He takes a step off his throne and swings above the earth I guess it was always true when dad always said, This fucker has no worth. Sometimes it take an idiot to not see how great his life can be When all he ever wants to hear is god dammit, set me free. It really sucks to realise it could have ended with a knife. But nothing beats the pain of knowing that you've taken your own life. |