Through early morning fog I see, Visions of the things to be, The pains are withheld for me, I realise and I can see, That suicide is painless, It brings on many changes, And I can take or leave it if I please.
Originally posted by XanthosNZ Through early morning fog I see, Visions of the things to be, The pains are withheld for me, I realise and I can see, That suicide is painless, It brings on many changes, And I can take or leave it if I please.