Through early morning fog I see<br>The visions of the things to be<br>The pains that are withheld from me<br>I realise and I can see<br><br>Suicide is painless<br>It brings on any changes<br>But I can take or leave it if I please<br><br>The game of life is hard to play<br>I'm gonna loose it anyway<br>But losing cards are some days late<br>So this is all I have to say<br><br>The sword of time will pierce our skin<br>It doesn't hurt when it begins<br>But as it works it's way on in<br>The pain grows stronger watch it grin<br><br>A brave man once requested me<br>To answer questions that I keep<br>Is it to be or not to be<br>And I reply oh why ask me ? <br><br>And you can do the same thing if you please