“If I committed suicide If I just died tonight What would all those people think? Would they lose sleep at night? Imagine life, minus one Imagine one less voice It's not so hard to forget someone It's only a little less noise If I committed suicide I'd choose that special knife The one that shows your face As it contorts and drains of life magine the mess, imagine the blood Imagine your face seeing mine Devoid of life and color and warmth If only you'd seen a sign If I committed suicide You might never even know I'd pack a bag and leave a note Saying I'd left, and I just had to go Imagine how you would feel If I ran away to die Once you knew, it'd be too late But you'd still ask yourself, Why? If I committed suicide I'd tell you exactly why I'd write it all out and explain it to you But when you're done reading, you'd better not cry Imagine the tears spilling over Wasted over someone like me Surely your time is better well spent Learning to see what I see If I committed suicide, how many would grieve? How many would get up halfway through? During the funeral, would anyone speak? How many would wish they were dead, too? Imagine all this, and picture the pain And learn to see what I see If you can do that, then this will become What could have been, instead of what will be.”
