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words: Marco Roelofs
From a Bridge, from a roof, for a train
From a boat, for a truck, out a plane
In your bed, in your room, under a tree
In a lake, in a bath, into sea
By a sword, by a rope or gasoline
By a knife, by a raiser or machine
(CHORUS)
Suicide is in the air I can commit it everywhere
Leave this world that is totally rotten
Make sure I've nothing forgotten
I will leave a note behind
Maybe someone will remind
I'm down, depressed and I'm feeling alone
This pain inside hurts me till the bone
I'm scared to die, I wanna life forever
Asking questions but find the answer never
Behind the doors of death is no return
My soul is gone, my body will burn
I just like to sit and cry all day long
But I have work to do because now I'm young
Suicide, I think it's no alternative
Because I've a dream, a dream for which I live
But dreams can be broken or may not come true
That's the end of my story, nothing more to do
A personal song about a feeling that some of you may
recognize. There are times when it seems if everything
is wrong. Times that you just cannot go on with this struggle
called life. Escape by suicide is a solution but as long as there
is at least one person that cares about you, life is worth living!
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