"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem."

It wasn't supposed to be this way.
He wasn't supposed to be so away.
The night is so long
I am waiting for the day.

They found him on the ground,
A letter by his side,
Oh,how empty I feel
I can't accept he is gone for real.

And among these feelings I can't escape
There is a strong amount of anger
Want to say he should have fought harder
But, oh, I know better.

Black with green as I look around.
And he doesn't make a sound.
As they lower him in the ground.

And, you were wrong, you were not right
I wanna say to him.
Everybody is in tears,not a sign of light.

I will forgive, sounds are so far away of chimes
He did go away
With a piece of me in his hand.
His misery ended
But, now, what about mine?