Sometimes we lie to make others feel alright,
Often we die, just curling up inside,
We walk away from all the hate and pain,
I couldn't pray, just another worthless prayer again,
A prayer of hope, just another endless story,
Another rope, hanging down from heavens glory,
Because I can't deny all the chaos lurking within,
I know now why I find it hard to just give in,
I'll reach up high, grab the noose and pull it down,
Will the angels cry, when my body hits the ground?
Bury me down low in the fields where I may rest,
Beneath the snow, I know now that it is best,
Let it all be free, no more pain or hurt inside,
Just let go of me, you'll know then that I am alright.