Hit your head with your fist Take razors to your wrists And drink rum till you’re so pissed You place the barrel of a gun Under your tongue and place your thumb Upon the trigger but I figure That you’re bigger than a river Of your blood and of your brains And of the cutting of your veins To ease the sharpest of your pains Some facts remain so clearly plain It’s not your friend when thoughts within Turn into triggers to break skin You’re not a loser, you can win Rise over pain and just ascend