VERSE 1:
Through [Em7] early morning [A7] fog I see [D] Visions of the [Bm7] things [B7sus4] to [Bm7] be
The [Em7] pains that are with-[A7]-held for me
I [D] realize and [Bm7] I [B7sus4] can [Bm7] see; [B7] that
CHORUS: [Em7] Suicide is [A7] painless, it [D] brings on many [Bm7] changes
And [Gmaj7] I can [D/F#] take or [Em] leave it [A7] if I [Bm] please
VERSE 2:
The [Em7] game of life is [A7] hard to play [D] I'm going to lose it [Bm7] anyway
The [Em7] losing card I'll [A7] someday lay
And [D] this is all I [Bm7] have [B7sus4] to [Bm7] say [B7]
VERSE 3:
The [Em7] sword of time will [A7] pierce our skins [D] It doesn't hurt when [Bm7] it begins
But [Em7] as it works its way on [A7] in
The [D] pain grows stronger, [Bm7] watch [B7sus4] it [Bm7] grin [B7]
VERSE 4:
A [Em7] brave man once re-[A7]-quested me [D] To answer questions [Bm7] that are key
Is [Em7] it to be or not to [A7] be?
And [D] I replied, "Oh [Bm7] why [B7sus4] ask [Bm7] me?" [B7]