I’m tired of writing songs about suicide
but I had to write another,
cause another friend died.
He put on a black suit
but left off the tie
so he’d have a little room
to slip the noose in.

He was a good man,
He was sweet and he was kind.
Wasn’t made for this world
and its cold, judging eyes.
When we met,
he was still trying to hide his gay pride.
Cause he’d been beaten up
a little too often.

His mom had to buy him a coffin.
Those bullies said they were Christian.
No point trying to explain.

I’d like to say he seemed happy
and I didn’t see it coming.
But I knew he’d been hurt
and felt like nobody love him.
You’d ask him what was wrong
And he’d say that it was nothing.
All I could say was,
“Man you’re gonna get through this.”

Then one night, I got the call
and realized I was wrong.
He didn’t get through it.
He wasn’t that strong.
So here I am singing another sad song.
And if you’re listening,
please try to get through this.

No one should ever feel useless.
Don’t ever think that it’s hopeless.
You can’t give in to the pain.

There’s a growing list of people
that I miss pretty bad.
I feel robbed of all the days
we were supposed to have.
I know it can get dark when you’re alone.
I’ve been there, too.
But the person you are inside
shouldn’t ever try to kill you.

You might think you’d be ending the pain.
But you’ll only reframe it.
A picture that hangs on my wall.

I’m tired of writing songs about suicide.
I’m tired of writing songs that make my friends cry.
I’m tired of wishing people hadn’t kept it inside.
If you need to talk, I can probably listen.
I’m tired of writing songs about suicide.