I'm a slave
of suicide
I'm to weak to resist it
to proud to fist it
I putter a knife
into my life
the first drop of blood
then it couldn't stop
now I'm stronger in a way
strong enough to stand straight and say
no more suicide
enjoy the ride
called life
I'm a slave
of suicide
I'm to weak to resist it
to proud to fist it
falling into situations
congratiolations
with your own life
you ruined it badly
now your sadly
enough to face
and fight the days
that are downer then down
I'm a slave
of suicide
I'm to weak to resist it
to proud to fist it
scars in My wrists
that I have to face
every morning, every day
when will they slowly
go away
when will they slowly
fade
I'm a slave
of suicide
I'm to weak to resist it
to proud to fist it