Suicide;stigma Lyrics & Chords By The Color Morale

So much heart,
So much time but not enough
Self inflicted, pain can come
And remind in the fear inside of all of us
Desperately and endlessly,
Trying to find a means to some kind of peace

We can't learn when things come easy
Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means to preserving peace
For each and everyone
The chances of you even being born,
Were 40 million to one, there's to pars of the statistic.
And I want you to live

Suicide doesn't end the pain
It passes to the ones who love and remains.
Take yourself out of the equation, and the problem stays.
When I speak such a word, are you uneasy with how it's heard?
The stigma will never leave, unless all of us can just start talking.

The only people I know,
Resting in peace without fear or anxiety, are the deceased.
That's why the say
"May the dead will rest in peace."
The things we feel, we can never change,
Can end up changing everything!

Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means
To preserving peace for each and everyone.
The chances of you even being born,
Were 40 million to one, there's to pars of the statistic.
And I want you to live through one.

Sometimes to win a battle inside,
You need to start a war, go!
Sometimes to win a battle inside,
You need to start a war!

Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means
To preserving peace for each and everyone.
The chances of you even being born,
Were 40 million to one, there's to pars of the statistic.
And I want you to live through one.
And I want you to live through one!
And I want you to live through one!