A man sits in his house,
he thinks about his life
his thought,
his memories,
all he remembers,
are the bad things
a man sits in his house,
his kids outside playing,
he can't think straight.
his thought leave him,
as he starts to plan the end.
a man sits in his house,
thinking about what will happen.
what people don't know,
is that he won't be there,
the next day.
a man sits in his house,
all he can think about,
is that this is what i has to do.
he says good-bye to his kids,
as they go with their mom.
a man sits in his house,
he knows this is the end.
he grabs a rope,
he grabs a crate.
to him this is the way,
it must be.
a man sits in his house,
thinking about the past,
he has had it hard,
now it's time to escape.
he wants to escape the pain.
with one step,
he takes his life.
a man sits in his house.
not knowing,
that now it's too late.
there is no turning back,
and now he's gone.
