We stare at broken clocks,
the hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights,
empty hearts and empty places
No time for farewells,
no chances for goodbyes
No explanations,
no fucking reasons why
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or
tears could show the way
Don't give up hope my friend,
this is not the end
Death is only
a chapter
So
let's rip out the pages of yesterday
Death is
only a horizon
And I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to...
I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to set
This is suicide season!
We would do anything to end what you're going through