Suicidal ain't a term that is meant for the missing
It's only for those who still need convincing
For those who are scared to move on with their lives
And for those who cannot see the ultimate prize
I don't understand how they get to that point
How they lie and they cry and they keep it inside
Until all that they are is an inferno of anger
Who tries to get by despite human nature
Sometimes I quest God just for one simple answer
"Will I ever be the man I built myself up to be?"
I gaze towards immortal skies,
Wishing on every single star,
Knowing it's my last chance to turn it all around
I refuse to believe that all I have is all I'm ever going to get
Just need to get up off the mat, Face the world with all my imperfections
'Cause I know someday the world will be off my shoulders and in the palm of my hand
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