Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and can see
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate
Without that ever-present hate
But now I know that it's too late, and
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please |