All These Tales of Suicide

[Nick]

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I'm hearing tales of suicide,
of angst and broken men,
reminding me of harder days,
reliving them again.

The job I went to college for,
I worked ten years, same wage.
A girl I'd trained became my boss.
The bitch then cut my pay.

My marriage rot with wormy lies,
four selfish boys we built,
a house diseased by secret yens,
foundation made of guilt.
I thought, perhaps a different man?
He had his fun and left.
With mixed regret my troubled mind
told God I failed the test.Nice change.

I drove the longest way I knew,
as slowly as I dared.
I dreaded going home to see
the people living there.
The passing woods were calling me
to crash into a tree.
I'd feel no pain. All problems solved
if I just ceased to be.

A lot of things, but coward? No!
I made it home alright.
This shitty life is hard, but hell,
I'm putting up a fight.

Original:
I'm hearing tales of suicide,
of angst and broken men,
reminding me of harder days,
reliving them again.

The job I went to college for,
I worked ten years, same wage.
My boss became a girl I'd trained.
The bitch then cut my pay.

My marriage rot with wormy lies,
four selfish boys we built,
a house diseased by secret yens,
foundation made of guilt.
I thought, perhaps a better man?
He had his fun and left.
I mixed regret into my troubled mind,
told God I failed the test.

I drove the longest way I knew,
as slowly as I dared.
I dreaded going home to see
the people living there.
The passing woods were calling me
to crash into a tree.
I'd feel no pain. All problems solved
if I just ceased to be.

I'm a lot of things, but coward? No.
I made it home alright.
This shitty life is hard as hell.
I'm putting up a fight.