...Can't shed a tear to please this soul;
And release this pain.
Lacrimal glands, drained denial-of-service;
The time you get to solve this puzzle;
Uncertainty and confusion won’t let you go.
The time you've got;
Rip this trail (of thoughts) apart;
And put it back again.
Ohh, take (a deep breath);
One way or against the other;
It must be done.
>Once you think or imagine killing yourself, you’re on the train of thoughts. It doesn’t let you go. A ticking bomb, the timer starts counting an unknown period. The time you get to solve this pain. Rip it apart, and put it back again. One way or the other, it must be done.
