Cross my heart and hope to die,
maybe I'll stay another night,
don't be blind,
you can't ignore the signs,
there's no compromise,
when it comes to suicide,
The lies and the chaos,
that reflect on your sorrow,
will you be the same, come tomorrow?
If not, to say the same becomes a chore,
no longer stable, now you're fighting a war,
get rid of the cables that hold you back,
cut the ties and stop seeing black,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
maybe I'll fight through another night
*If you're having a rough time,
maybe one day it'll be fine.
