In my brain
I can't decide
Who I want to live
In my brain
I can't decide
Who I want to die
Mother, father please
Don't let those thoughts hit you
Son and daughter breathe
Don't let those thoughts get to you
Standing in a hardware store
Nails on the wall
Could they be in necks
Oh isn't that so harmful
Mother, father please
Don't let those thoughts get to you
Son and daughter breathe
Don't let those thoughts get to you
Can we all just see
When the willing do fall through?
Can we just now see
When those thoughts they get to you?
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