VERSE 1:
Through [F#m7] early morning [B7] fog I see [E] Visions of the [C#m7] things [C#7sus4] to [C#m7] be
The [F#m7] pains that are with-[B7]-held for me
I [E] realize and [C#m7] I [C#7sus4] can [C#m7] see; [C#7] that
CHORUS: [F#m7] Suicide is [B7] painless, it [E] brings on many [C#m7] changes
And [Amaj7] I can [E/G#] take or [F#m] leave it [B7] if I [C#m] please
VERSE 2:
The [F#m7] game of life is [B7] hard to play [E] I'm going to lose it [C#m7] anyway
The [F#m7] losing card I'll [B7] someday lay
And [E] this is all I [C#m7] have [C#7sus4] to [C#m7] say [C#7]
VERSE 3:
The [F#m7] sword of time will [B7] pierce our skins [E] It doesn't hurt when [C#m7] it begins
But [F#m7] as it works its way on [B7] in
The [E] pain grows stronger, [C#m7] watch [C#7sus4] it [C#m7] grin [C#7]
VERSE 4:
A [F#m7] brave man once re-[B7]-quested me [E] To answer questions [C#m7] that are key
Is [F#m7] it to be or not to [B7] be?
And [E] I replied, "Oh [C#m7] why [C#7sus4] ask [C#m7] me?" [C#7]