Suicide, baby, it's the worst! Think about the people that you'll hurt They won't even care about the things I'll choose to do Because all I am is all that I've been through
My skin is very young But my heart is very old My mind thinks lips and tongue But my bones decide my home My fears ran through my lungs And my eyes only saw gold My room's where my throat hung And my fingers turned purple
It's not worth it, baby, I would know My mom walked in her sunny day went to snow What's the point of being here, baby, I won't see them cry I'll be somewhere in the clouds, I hope, tonight
My skin is very young But my heart is very old My mind thinks lips and tongue But my bones decide my home My fears ran through my lungs And my eyes only saw gold My room's where my throat hung And my fingers turned purple
Then I saw that death was not my treasure That my life was headed to gold When my gold-chained-noose applied some pressure I fought till I bled cold
My skin is very young But my heart is very old My mind thinks lips and tongue But my bones decide my home My fears ran through my lungs And my eyes only saw gold My room's where my throat hung And my fingers turned purple
Compositor: Isaac James Dunbar (Isaac Dunbar) ECAD: Obra #38997220