What A Day

Two days till the end of your life
Two days full of hate and strife
What a day...what a day
Is it hell for us? Is it heaven for you?
Or is hell your home, stuck there like glue?
What a day...what a day

What a day
When you take your life
With a stinging knife
A gun to your head
Let your friends grieve over the dead
What a day...what a day

You can prevent this from happening
You dont have to feel like dying
In just a day...
If you pray...
Just let me say...

So much confusion, you were depressed
I thought you were happy

I guess I was wrong