Suicide
One, two, readyHere we go
It ain't the gunIt's the man behind the triggerGets blood on his fingersAnd runsIt ain't the lieIt's the way that the truth is denied
But if there is one thing that I'm guilty ofIt's loving and giving when you take too muchIf somebody asked how we diedPlease look them straight in the eye
Call it suicideDon't fabricateJust tell them babeIt was suicideDon't sugarcoat itJust let them know
It ain't the knifeIt's the way that you use itHow you abuse it in fightsIt ain't about the lifeYou feel you were givenAs long as you're living it right
If there is one thing that I'm guilty ofIt's loving and giving when you take too muchIf somebody asked how we diedOh, you look them straight in the eye
Call it suicideDon't fabricateJust tell them babeIt was suicideDon't sugarcoat itJust let them know
You've been killing me softlyAnd finally the pain is too muchAnd I'm all out of whiskyTo soak up the damage you've done
If there's anything I'm guilty ofIt's loving you too muchIf anybody asks how we died
Call it suicideDon't fabricateJust tell them babeIt was suicideDon't sugarcoat itJust let them know
Oh babyJust let them knowJust...