heard a word, suicide, not from one, but from thousands that tried. the lawyer´s wife and the teenage brat, one thing in common, they all wanted out. and it´s plain to see.
it goes for you and it goes for me, and all the screwed up little girls and boys all thrown in without a choice. but I heard him say, "I want out, no complaints and no doubts, just a chance to go on." I heard a word, suicide, and not from one, but from thousands that died. want some attention and a little less regret, a teenage fluff, little threat. and there are those, there are those who think that drastic actions will make them unique. it´s really all the same, that no one´s happy and nobody´s to blame. and the moral to this story is old. it´s quite taboo, seldom told. the seed is reaped before it´s sown,