VERSE 1:
Through [Fm7] early morning [A#7] fog I see [D#] Visions of the [Cm7] things [C7sus4] to [Cm7] be
The [Fm7] pains that are with-[A#7]-held for me
I [D#] realize and [Cm7] I [C7sus4] can [Cm7] see; [C7] that
CHORUS: [Fm7] Suicide is [A#7] painless, it [D#] brings on many [Cm7] changes
And [G#maj7] I can [D#/G] take or [Fm] leave it [A#7] if I [Cm] please
VERSE 2:
The [Fm7] game of life is [A#7] hard to play [D#] I'm going to lose it [Cm7] anyway
The [Fm7] losing card I'll [A#7] someday lay
And [D#] this is all I [Cm7] have [C7sus4] to [Cm7] say [C7]
VERSE 3:
The [Fm7] sword of time will [A#7] pierce our skins [D#] It doesn't hurt when [Cm7] it begins
But [Fm7] as it works its way on [A#7] in
The [D#] pain grows stronger, [Cm7] watch [C7sus4] it [Cm7] grin [C7]
VERSE 4:
A [Fm7] brave man once re-[A#7]-quested me [D#] To answer questions [Cm7] that are key
Is [Fm7] it to be or not to [A#7] be?
And [D#] I replied, "Oh [Cm7] why [C7sus4] ask [Cm7] me?" [C7]