The Thoughts of a Suicidal Heart

The Thoughts of a Suicidal Heart The ocean waves are killing me Drowning in the nighttime sea This isn’t a dream to set me free Do I kill myself now? God I never figured out how Or if I’m the one you really need Well, it’s too late for you to be my remedy There’s a cloud that looks like me Now doubting if I can even see Not even a breeze to feel But the ocean is still a pretty teal Oh sun don’t you come! For I am already done But it wasn’t death that won The cloud of me is disappearing From what I feel it is the biggest sting Oh God…saving me… don’t you try! Or even cry… I have to die Do I kill myself now? God I never figured out how Or if I am the one you really need But… You can count to three… Do you really think you can set me free?