Life is such a fragile thing.
A thing so easily broken.
A knife or a few little pills.
Can bring to an end.
A single persons life.
For some people its a choice.
That leads to their demise.
And for some its not a choice.
It's their heavenly dream.
To feel the blade slicing through.
And see the crimson blood follow out.
Having their blood spill away.
And to feel their life just fade.
A thing so easily broken.
A knife or a few little pills.
Can bring to an end.
A single persons life.
For some people its a choice.
That leads to their demise.
And for some its not a choice.
It's their heavenly dream.
To feel the blade slicing through.
And see the crimson blood follow out.
Having their blood spill away.
And to feel their life just fade.
