A t t e m p t e d s u i c i d e
You don't say but it still shows
Acting like no one knows
Turn your cheek and start to fret
Some how you always forget
But all you've got is what you're given
You think you're driving but you're being driven
Attempted suicide
Seeds of doubt start to shape
Start looking for a new escape
Circumstance you distort
You still act like it's your last resort
But all you've got is what you're given
You think you're driving but you're being driven
Don't you ever tire of what's expected?
Time to realize that this is the course you've selected
How long have you neglected?
That the hands that strangle you are yours
Attempted suicide
You don't say but it still shows
Acting like no one knows
Turn your cheek and start to fret
Some how you always forget
But all you've got is what you're given
You think you're driving but you're being driven
Attempted suicide
Seeds of doubt start to shape
Start looking for a new escape
Circumstance you distort
You still act like it's your last resort
But all you've got is what
You're given you think you're driving but you're being driven
Don"t you ever tire of what's expected?
Time to realize that this is the course you've selected
How long have you neglected?
That the hands that strangle you are yours
Stumbling on your own limitations
Held back by hesitations
Self—imposed obligations
But the hands the strangle you are...
It's plain for all to see
But you don't get it
You trudge on though you could avoid it
Pressure is leaving a scar
The hands that strangle you are...
Stay on this steady pace
It's much easier than having to face
Notice how this has started to mar
The hands that strangle you i are yours