Isaac Dunbar - Suicide

Suicide, baby, it’s the worst!
Think about the people that you’ll hurt
They won’t even care about the things I’ll choose to do
Because all I am is all that I’ve been through

My skin is very young
But my heart is very old
My mind thinks lips and tongue
But my bones decide my home
My fears ran through my lungs
And my eyes only saw gold
My room’s where my throat hung
And my fingers turned purple

It’s not worth it, baby, I would know
My mom walked in her sunny day went to snow
What’s the point of being here, baby, I won’t see them cry
I’ll be somewhere in the clouds, I hope, tonight

My skin is very young
But my heart is very old
My mind thinks lips and tongue
But my bones decide my home
My fears ran through my lungs
And my eyes only saw gold
My room’s where my throat hung
And my fingers turned purple

Then I saw that death was not my treasure
That my life was headed to gold
When my gold-chained-noose applied some pressure
I fought till I bled cold

My skin is very young
But my heart is very old
My mind thinks lips and tongue
But my bones decide my home
My fears ran through my lungs
And my eyes only saw gold
My room’s where my throat hung
And my fingers turned purple