The brush of a finger, The pull of a trigger
The light of the sun is too close to that of a gun

It's not supposed to be a temptation
Or maybe my thinking is out of rotation
This shouldn't be such a happy thought, but maybe I'm meant
to be a lesson taught
to some child somewhere because they have
people who care enough to remember me
and think that they can stop what that child might be

It's just the anxiety, I assure you
It's just the fear and the lies and the courage and what's true
The simple reality of what's right and wrong that makes me
Struggle to keep singing my song

But deep down under the want I know
that I want to wake up tommorrow to hear the roster crow
I don't want to be another victim
of so many suicides, but it's a special killer - time it bides
But I know that if I choose to end my song
I want it to be after a life too long

I know God will forgive me, but there are many that won't
And they shouldn't apologize
In fact, please don't
Just know that if I go by my own hand
It wasn't just to bury my head in the sand
In actuality, I saw too much beauty in the blade
Like a lover, a kindness, some soft seranade
It's not the pull of beauty that brought me so near and far beyond okay
It was the temptation whispering in my ear