Our Suicide Show
We promised we'd stay alive, but what
is it that holds us together?
Both of us know the promise will
be broken any time.
You see the rope tying itself around my throat, the jump of two-hundred
feet, the crimson blade in my hand.
We bring the suicide, we feel the free demise.
Scars represent our lives unstable and broken.
Mute represents our words unspoken.
Kiss my lips at last before we go.
Darling, this is our suicide show.
is it that holds us together?
Both of us know the promise will
be broken any time.
You see the rope tying itself around my throat, the jump of two-hundred
feet, the crimson blade in my hand.
We bring the suicide, we feel the free demise.
Scars represent our lives unstable and broken.
Mute represents our words unspoken.
Kiss my lips at last before we go.
Darling, this is our suicide show.
♠ ♠ ♠
Basically this is something I only now had in mind thinking about my and other people's lives.This is mainly something I was hoping my friend Jay would read.