Suicide is an answer,
To all the questions that I ask...
Suicide is a safe side,
When I break to a half…
Suicide is my companies,
When everyone leaves me alone…
Suicide if freedom,
Suicide is home…
Every time I cut my wrist,
or put that blade on my body to rest,
I wish to die…
And go high…
High to the sky with God and dad,
And leave alone,
all the people that makes me sad,
And rest in peace forever…
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