~| s u i c i d a l |~



i can't stop my suicidal thoughts
when i feel the wind getting old
and i'm more useless than before
now everything is just too heavy.

i feel the pressure getting deeper
i feel the urge to get away and stay
in the grey between night and day
where I never have to come out.

everything is just too heavy.
everything is just too hard.
I don't know how much longer
I can do this alone.

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