If you don't want suicide
you don't know knifes
you can't know knifes
blades running across freshly new skin
droplets of blood running time thin
knifes are a game you just can't win
you become one with the knifes that stab like a pin
if you don't want suicide
you don't know knifes
if you don't want suicide
you don't know rope
you can't know rope
tighten around throat
feeling as if you are afloat
thoughts swimming in scary moat
losing your mind as your dreams fly away
if you don't want suicide
you don't know rope
if you don't want suicide
you don't know guns
you can't know guns
holding it close to your head
your pain and thoughts all left in dread
pull the trigger wanting to be dead
as you fall to the floor no thoughts in your head
if you don't want suicide
you don't know guns
if you don't want suicide
you don't know pills
you can't know pills
not caring how much your body takes
what a weird concoction you will make
not wanting your life to just seem fake
watching as your life just breaks
if you don't want suicide
you don't know pills
if you don't want suicide
you don't know them
you just can't know them
you see,
their wrists mostly scared
their throat as bright as blood
their finger is the trigger
their mouth a tunnel way
I've seen people cut and watch wounds bleed
I've seen ropes tighten and last breaths leave
I've seen triggers get pulled and lives letting go
My life moves around suicidal friend, and they cry out loud
If you don't want suicide, you can't know their soul
you don't know the knifes, you've not seen the blood
you can't know are reasons, nor feel their pain
unless deep within you,there somehow a part
a part of these things that I've said that I know
the knifes,reasons, and pills, the guns and the blood
best say you have and then we'll be one
for we have all shared the save torturing pain
