Sitting alone in the silence
With a bottle of death in your hand
It will take less than an hour
This will make them understand
That you have death on your mind

You are feeling so sure
That your temporary problems need a permanent cure
Staring so long in the mirror at a face you don’t know anymore
The eyes staring back like a tombstone

They aren’t alive like before
But in the end you will find
That you are trying to fight hanging on to the threads
As they are slipping from your sight

Do you find yourself reaching
For those who said they didn’t care?
What would you tell them if they were here?
The light fades away the heartbeat is gone

Do you wish you could stay
Do you see you were wrong?
Your pale skin is plastic and frozen
You can no longer close your eyes

This final solution you have chosen
For the temporary problems of life
Did you find at the end of your hour
The peace you think you were looking for?
Did you see your mistake and try to fight it?
Or did you boldly step through the door?