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All you need to do is talk
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I kinda think that suicide is a way of giving up on life when you still have the chance to live.
He would wake up every morning all battered and bruised,
But still had a smile on his face trying to hide the pain,
And if anyone asked he would reply with I'm fine I'm okay,
And other people would say that he's crazy and insane,
But they didn't know what was going on in his brain,
Every night he remembers getting bashed from him own family from his own Dad,
Has to deal with kids at school bragging about the great parents that they have.
He would sit there trying to hold back his tears picturing his Dad in a drunken rage,
Throwing fists at his kid like it was just a game,
But the boy was scared and took it and done whatever his Dad says,
Tried everything he could just so he didn't get bashed again,
He has to tell the same lies of fake happiness every day,
Think of the stress and pressure on your life it must play.
He never talked to no one he never thought it would help.
He thought he was living a life so similar to hell,
He was scared to talk and didn't think anything could help,
Suffering severe depression but he kept to himself,
He thought he was stuck in a world alone,
There were always friends there but the help was never shown,
He could of made it out but now he'll never know.
He gave up on life by hanging from a rope, the boy just couldn't cope.
(Chorus x 2)
I want you to know that life is short,
And if you're feeling down all you need to do is talk,
When you're feeling low we can climb back up,
Don't say goodbye coz your times not up.
All it takes is to let out your emotions,
Before depression takes a hold and starts to rip you open,
Don't be scared to let it out you'll feel better once you've spoken,
I know your world probably feels like it's kinda broken,
And you feel like your stuck with no way to escape,
Like you're hating this place,
But you can make it okay,
Just look to your heart,
And we can push for a new start,
I know that once your in that rut getting out is hard,
But I promise that the future will be better than the past,
I'll be honest I don't know if the recovery will be fast,
But I know that getting help is the best way to start.
(Chorus x 1)
I want you to know that life is short,
And if you're feeling down all you need to do is talk,
When you're feeling low we can climb back up,
Don't say goodbye coz you're time's not up.
Like I said all you need to do is talk
If you're scared to talk to people you know there's always help lines and stuff - check 'em out!
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I cant be the only one to think this
why is the whole wide world against me stuff this
I swear I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna pack a few things, write a note n then I'll disappear
I'm gonna get out of everyones hair,
not say goodbye to a soul and I wont even care
I dont need them all I need is food and cloths to wear
I'll find a place to sleep, now I'm living in a nightmare
why is it whenever I look up in the sky, all I think about is how much I wanna die?
so I can be taken away to a better place
where the girls where nothing but a shoe-lace
you might think I'm kidding but I'm being serious
I cant think of anything worse than living life like this
I dont know if its all in my head
but I cant help it man sometimes I just wish I was dead
so sometimes when I look around
walkin or drivin around my home town
I cant help but to think what these people think of me
even tho I know they know me but they judge me
it doesnt even seem to phase them at all
always lookin down on me like they're 10 foot tall
making me feel smaller than I already am
I gotta try to ignore them as much as I can
I can feel me self-esteem going down the drain
it doesnt hurt that much I thought I'd be in more pain
I started to think that I'm going a little insane
cos I nearly bought a gun so I could blow my head away
but lucky for my mum I couldn't afford it
cos if she didnt want me she woulda had an abortion
and untill life can cut me some slack
I'll put a knife to arm n hack until my arms fade to black
dont be stupid matt, dont do that
theres more to life than being all that
dont be stupid matt, dont do that
you are who you are and there is not a thing wrong with that
when I think about it my life isnt that bad
theres a lot of people that had less than I had
n most of them turn out to be confident and strong
it makes me wanna write it all down n put it into a song
n now I'm thinking how cool it would be if people liked it
or even if one person in the world could relate to it
I guess that would give me a sense of belong
and it would feel so good that I'd go n write some more songs
until I'm playing to sold out shows
I dont need a house, my tour bus is my home
n now my family is spread across the country
but they're just my fans that are showing love for me daily
n now I feel like I know who I am
n thats a good feeling that I've never ever had man
I hope that it never leaves my soul
n now I'm hoping that I get a chance to grow old
so eventually when I die from old age
I can die a happy man n proud of my name
leave a legacy that goes down in history
thats what I found in this life is belief in me
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All Life began as a blank canvas,
In a void where the math dances; in a figure eight;
On the borders of infinity, where divinity is simply fate,
And questions are answers;
All was born in that instant;
When an unresolved sum ran its course as an infant;
A bright light where the end of the tunnel,
Was the start of the road, but you blinked and you missed it;
Before time had a name, or life had a face;
When everybody shared that place;
Before all that we know was let loose from its chains,
Pandora’s box can’t be closed again;
Every particle of energy in me and you,
Love and hate, and every eye we see it through;
Every piece and part of me, every key and harmony;
Is woven from the start of things and singing this tune;
And there is no justice there is only life and death;
But if that’s so there is no substance, and all that we know is a lie at best;
But there is no justice there is only time and space,
And if that’s so there’s no control and all that we see with our eyes is fake;
Our lives pass in the blink of an eye,
Or the twinkle of one glint of one star in the sky,
We were born of dust and torn fragments,
Storm fronts and magmar our hearts and minds;
I don’t know if there’s a grand design,
Are we phantom dice, and god the gambling type?
Are we just one more stop for the hands of time?
Or here with a reason and man divine?
If it all boils down to the collision of atoms;
Can we act as if it matters that we black the skies?
If everything we do is just a stitch in the pattern,
Then choice is an illusion in the map of our lives; and
I don’t know if I can stand to try;
To make sense of life if I believe that’s right;
I see it all around me, infinity surrounds me,
What if I never found peace, what if I wasn't free to die
And there is no justice there is only life and death;
But if that’s so there is no substance, and all that we know is a lie at best;
But there is no justice there is only time and space,
And if that’s so there’s no control and all that we see with our eyes is fake;
Do you really even understand infinity?
It never ends it is all that you live and breathe;
Do you really even understand infinity?
It never ends it is all that you live and breathe;
Do you really even understand infinity?
It never ends it is all that you live and breathe;
Do you really even understand infinity?
It never ends, it never ends;
And there is no justice there is only life and death;
But if that’s so there is no substance, and all that we know is a lie at best;
But there is no justice there is only time and space,
And if that’s so there’s no control and all that we see with our eyes is fake;
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