heard a word, suicide,
not from one, but from thousands that tried.
the lawyer´s wife and the teenage brat,
one thing in common, they all wanted out.
and it´s plain to see.
it goes for you and it goes for me,
and all the screwed up little girls and boys
all thrown in without a choice.
but i heard him say,
"i want out,
no complaints and no doubts,
just a chance to go on."
i heard a word, suicide,
and not from one, but from thousands that died.
want some attention and a little less regret,
a teenage fluff, little threat.
and there are those, there are those who think
that drastic actions will make them unique.
it´s really all the same,
that no one´s happy and nobody´s to blame.
and the moral to this story is old.
it´s quite taboo, seldom told.
the seed is reaped before it´s sown,
a bad choice was never resolved.