Remember the day,
I was all dressed in black,
Walking towards,
What seemed like an endless path.
You are the ones I thank to this very day.
You held me tight,
And vowed to never let go.
You put some reason in my head,
You said;
"If you go down this path,
You'll surely be dead."
This path I call suicide,
These people I call my friends;
They're like angels,
With invisible wings,
Flying above my head.
