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lyrics by: Lef Turner
Written on Mar 10, 2015

more often than not he's unhappy with life
it's not the first time he's thought about using the knife
that he's stored in a drawer in the corner of the kitchen
wonders if it'll hurt and which is the first wrist he's slitting
and there's no one to tell because no one would listen
he said it's time that I fell because I'm tired of living
so he decided to jump and that no one could stop him
he'd climb to the top and drop to the bottom
and if not him who'd be the one to die for his troubles
if misdeeds are boulders who'd shoulder the rubble
and now that you're on the level
and you and I see eye to eye
we'll turn our voices to the sky
and ask a higher power why
some say they'd rather die than spend another day on this planet
how they're tired of this place and they can't take another minute

so tether your craft with a rope to the docks
so the weather won't dash your last hope on the rocks

No longer could he cope with his utter lack of hope
so he filled a sack with stones and tossed it in the boat
he rowed out past the break deep into the ocean
and tied it to his waist with what seemed like no emotion
he heaved his burden overboard into the dark cold waters
and you could see the hurting more as his lost look falters
a glimpse of a sadness as deep as his grave
he'd grown close to madness with the grief and the shame
but he'd keep in the pain bottle it all up inside
a master of the craft of creating masks to hide behind
and he laughs until he's crying almost happy that he's dying

so tether your craft with a rope to the docks
so the weather won't dash your last hope on the rocks 

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing, dark, imagery, sad, rhyme, depressing, deep,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented:
There was only one way his tragic way his tragic life could end--suicide!

 

 

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