The Facts

We must be stupid
We must be crazy
We must be out of our minds
To dream about suicide

Close the door
Count to three
Lets end this unhappy life you and me

We know we both can't take anymore
So lets just go and let our wings sore
For many years they have been clipped

Its time to take a stand
Then sit back down
And fall to the ground
We're dead finally
We burn our bodies

I'll fly to the bluest sky
To find out why
Why were we meant to live
And why did we dream of this

Then I remember the good times we had
But then I thought won't they get better
Living in a place where we mattered

They probably have been dreaming of this day
Those people that let us rot away
WE had to leave this world
WE had to release these two sad little girls

I know how they feel
I feel their tears
Everything they say is real
The truth is that that's us
Its our only way to heal