VERSE 1:
Through [Cm7] early morning [F7] fog I see [A#] Visions of the [Gm7] things [G7sus4] to [Gm7] be
The [Cm7] pains that are with-[F7]-held for me
I [A#] realize and [Gm7] I [G7sus4] can [Gm7] see; [G7] that
CHORUS: [Cm7] Suicide is [F7] painless, it [A#] brings on many [Gm7] changes
And [D#maj7] I can [A#/D] take or [Cm] leave it [F7] if I [Gm] please
VERSE 2:
The [Cm7] game of life is [F7] hard to play [A#] I'm going to lose it [Gm7] anyway
The [Cm7] losing card I'll [F7] someday lay
And [A#] this is all I [Gm7] have [G7sus4] to [Gm7] say [G7]
VERSE 3:
The [Cm7] sword of time will [F7] pierce our skins [A#] It doesn't hurt when [Gm7] it begins
But [Cm7] as it works its way on [F7] in
The [A#] pain grows stronger, [Gm7] watch [G7sus4] it [Gm7] grin [G7]
VERSE 4:
A [Cm7] brave man once re-[F7]-quested me [A#] To answer questions [Gm7] that are key
Is [Cm7] it to be or not to [F7] be?
And [A#] I replied, "Oh [Gm7] why [G7sus4] ask [Gm7] me?" [G7]