| Lyrics: | 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 |
