Today felt like a great day to die.
That's what I imagine you felt.
Not knowing how to cope or manage
With the strife you were dealt.
Today felt like a great day to die.
I remember when we spoke for the last time.
It was Christmas day and if I knew it would be
Our final goodbye I would have begged you
Today felt like a great day to die.
I go through the possibilities in my head
To try and make sense of the existential dread,
But you're gone and time keeps moving forward as if you'd never ended your life.
Today felt like a great day to die.
I've been there quite a few times
But my thoughts never pushed my actions
To fill out the consequences it longed for
Yesterday felt like a great day to die.
Today I'm standing tall, thankful that I'm alive.