Everything is going fine
Going off without a hitch
But soon enough you'll find
That life's a [bad word] [bad word] 
Because the facts are cold and hard
The needle point is sharp
picture is worth a thousand words
And a pretty face is worth a thousand broken hearts

How much further can [bad word] go south?
Before I want to put a gun in my mouth
Before I take these thoughts and I act them out
And put it all to an end
Can I leave that blood on the hands of my friends?
Can I leave that scar on the name of my kin?
Where? How? and When?

Everything to lose
And nothing all the same
Do I leave a legacy?
Or do they forget my name?

Way too much to chew
For what is now just a thought
Hold tight and brace myself
For the day that is not

And when I leave this Earth
Try not to be too hurt