Deluded people living deluded lives,
and they think they know what pain is.
Taking about suicide as if it's just a word,
and they think they know what death is.
They don't know how hard it is to sleep at night,
when someone you love has just died.
Not because they couldn't help it,
but because they were not brave enough to face it.
And the pain they can't bear? - a blasphemy.
It isn't even a fraction of what their mothers underwent,
just to bring them into this world - to give them life.
Imagine her plight for her dead child.
They think they know what pain is,
Go ask the father whose son has died.
What have they seen? What have they suffered?
These deluded people, living deluded lives,
die a deluded death, never having known the worth of life.
and they think they know what pain is.
Taking about suicide as if it's just a word,
and they think they know what death is.
They don't know how hard it is to sleep at night,
when someone you love has just died.
Not because they couldn't help it,
but because they were not brave enough to face it.
And the pain they can't bear? - a blasphemy.
It isn't even a fraction of what their mothers underwent,
just to bring them into this world - to give them life.
Imagine her plight for her dead child.
They think they know what pain is,
Go ask the father whose son has died.
What have they seen? What have they suffered?
These deluded people, living deluded lives,
die a deluded death, never having known the worth of life.
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