The morning after I killed myself I fell in love

I took a walk down the street and felt the sun inbetween, a cold breeze.

She was standing in the shade of those evergreen trees,

And everything had just seemed, as it was meant to be

The morning after my suicide I knew that I was free

Free to carry my decisions

To anywhere they would lead

And I decided to wander around aimlessly

Until I finally looked up and watched the sunset on the sea

God forgive me

The day after I died was the moment I realized

That every problem I faced

Was just a matter of time

And as a matter of fact

I’ve got one thing to offer

I’m a loyal friend

Would be a damn good father

And I act out of honor in nearly everything I do

’I hate to burst your bubble, shy. You’re a junky.’ Yeah that’s true

But didn’t you say that every days another day?

That every vein fades away and every vacant face holds pain

Well,

I’ve been thinking vaguely lately

What does that phrase mean for you?

Because today I’ll Rest In Peace, but I wonder what you will do.