Sweet as candy, kind as a butterfly, That feeling where you would rather die,
Instead of see it go, Wow, that feeling was low,
But there was another side, The light was gone, it could make you cry,
The crazy, the insane, Playing inside their little game,
The dread the sorrow, And it won’t be gone by tomorrow,
The question we have to ask is why? And the option to be dead or alive.