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in this trap

only one way out

death can set me free

dark thoughts in my head

only gone when I'm dead

free as a bird I long to be

so much pain

so much sorrow

turn out the light

no more tomorrow

but how to do it

could use a gun

but might make a mess

a hole in my head

and blood on my dress

I'll do it quick and clean

just take some pills

drift off and dream

if I'm dead I won't be sad

but no more dreams good or bad

maybe I can work this out

maybe it's not all that bad

in this trap I think I'll stay

tomorrow is a whole new day

maybe things will get better

forget the gun

forget the pills

forget the suicide letter

how can I throw life away

as if it's no big deal

okay so life isn't perfect

but wounded hearts can heal