The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which way
The place of your delight
Ridges of size meant to conceal others lies
Under the origins of moon light and sky
It?s suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why live a lie
That?s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that?s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical theme
Alas I have gone to cry
A make less display never dramatically late

Under the origins of moon light and sky
It?s suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why live a lie
That?s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that?s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

Why live a lie
That?s painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream that?s tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

Life is not blind
Maybe someday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there a story that ought to be heard
Life is not blind
Maybe someday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there a lesson that really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets, we don?t need anymore
The world is full of singers, we don?t need anymore
The world is full of lovers we don?t need anymore