Immortality, Be My Reality
Standing on the bridge
looking at Suicide Hotel
Oh, why didn't you want me, Suicide people?
Why didn't you love me, Suicide Hotel?
Why couldn't I make a home out of you?
Why couldn't I slip off the bridge
listening to Tim McGraw?
Because I can't bare seeing you die
I can't bare living without you
even for a second of time
Oh, you make me hold on
Oh, we don't need drugs,
we don't need to get high
we don't need to spread our arms
and fall into the Semis.
Oh Baby, Suicide Hotel has closed down already
you shut it down with your sweet, sweet voice
Oh, these pieces of paper can float away
but love won't ever go away
people might break our CDs
but our notes will still remain
Oh Baby, you've healed me
at least for today
and I can't let you go
so I won't die any way
then again, we all die anyway
Oh, but we don't Baby.
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