Balancing, never so crucial.
I hang in the balance.
Of a life of quiet desperation,
Or the joy of paradise.
Quiet, my thoughts now.
For in that quietness,
Is a chance to reflect,
Every breath that I take.
Suicide, is it the answer ?
What comes after suicide ?
And will I really be free,
Of the pain I now feel ?
Paradise, what is that ?
Missing out on paradise,
May be the greatest joy,
As I ride this train to hell.
Confusion leaves me distant,
Unaware that I'm confused,
I carry on smiling,
Without the will to fight.
Bless me Father for my sins,
That I may receive a blessing.
To enter into heaven,
Leave behind my fleshly woes.
How close can one get?
I hang in the balance.
Of a life of quiet desperation,
Or the joy of paradise.
Quiet, my thoughts now.
For in that quietness,
Is a chance to reflect,
Every breath that I take.
Suicide, is it the answer ?
What comes after suicide ?
And will I really be free,
Of the pain I now feel ?
Paradise, what is that ?
Missing out on paradise,
May be the greatest joy,
As I ride this train to hell.
Confusion leaves me distant,
Unaware that I'm confused,
I carry on smiling,
Without the will to fight.
Bless me Father for my sins,
That I may receive a blessing.
To enter into heaven,
Leave behind my fleshly woes.
How close can one get?
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