suicide was calling me,
i long for It but i can see,
that i should be a flying bee,
buzzing through life so happily.
and if i don't then i'll know,
exactly what life wants to show,
this lonely child full of woe,
and tell It things it doesn't know.
It tells me that i will soon die.
It tells me that i will not cry.
somehow i know this is a lie.
i can see It plays It's game.
I know It thinks i'm such a shame.
It says i am the one to blame,
I see, now, Death is Life's real name.