They say they understand us, they say, we'll be alright
They tell us everything will pass, as long as we hold on tight
But all of us children are suffering, these different kids of all ages
Hiding all that they feel, with tears rolling down their faces
Scars on their arms, with their guns hidden underneath their beds
Can someone help them heal, everything that they see in their heads?
They feel like no one will feel, what pain burns them deep inside
And all it really takes is time, to see the cause of all suicides
Running into an open door, which was closed until today
Driving by the very edge, not knowing what else to say
Just an action that will be done, with a gun and a single bullet
All you have to do is take the trigger, say goodbye, and then you pull it
They call us self-mutilators, the weird ones that hurt themselves
With a blade, slicing us every night, hiding, without medical help
Not yet ready to release the pressure buried deep within its core
Remaining still until the day, that we can't take it anymore
They discriminate and hate us, they call us names, they say we're weird
Not knowing that we're about to do a thing that everyone had feared
They all just have no idea, on what all of us have planned next
Some will pull the trigger; some will be hung around their necks
Running into an open door, which was closed until today
Driving by the very edge, not knowing what else to say
Just an action that will be done, with a gun and a single bullet
All you have to do is take the trigger, say goodbye, and then you pull it
Every night, they trap themselves, within the corners of their room
Expecting their final escape, and that it'll have to happen soon
Every time they cry, they scream, yelling curses to the floor
Stomping right to their hiding place, until they can't take it anymore
Every time that they're at school, they're always taunted by those preps
Always pierced by the fact that someone else close will be next
In this never-ending chain, someone is always next in line
And all it really takes is time, to see the cause of all suicides
Running into an open door, which was closed until today
Driving by the very edge, not knowing what else to say
Just an action that will be done, with a gun and a single bullet
All you have to do is take the trigger, say goodbye, and then you pull it
They sit there, with a gun, a knife, some pills, and a rope
Writing one final letter, their last suicidal note
They pull out a gun, and point it directly to their heads
Time ticks by and…boom.
Another one lies dead.