I wonder what death is like,
Is there something in for us?
Is it pleasant?
I once wanted to bite the dust
But today I want to tell those
Who's hope have left them
Death is no option
No matter what
Believe me when I say
I care, and many others do
If ever you feel sad
You can talk to me
I promise you'll be glad
I wondered what death was like
How pretty that knife looked right then
But now I love in a new kind of hell
It's called regret
Now I dwell here, a ghost
Trapped in a limbo of my creation
I am the angel of suicide and regret
I am here to protect you, talk to you, and support you
Just before that rope, gun, knife, cliff, water, poison
Speak with me, and I'll be there to help you through your dark, damp, coldness of heart
