VERSE 1:
Through [A#m7] early morning [D#7] fog I see [G#] Visions of the [Fm7] things [F7sus4] to [Fm7] be
The [A#m7] pains that are with-[D#7]-held for me
I [G#] realize and [Fm7] I [F7sus4] can [Fm7] see; [F7] that
CHORUS: [A#m7] Suicide is [D#7] painless, it [G#] brings on many [Fm7] changes
And [C#maj7] I can [G#/C] take or [A#m] leave it [D#7] if I [Fm] please
VERSE 2:
The [A#m7] game of life is [D#7] hard to play [G#] I'm going to lose it [Fm7] anyway
The [A#m7] losing card I'll [D#7] someday lay
And [G#] this is all I [Fm7] have [F7sus4] to [Fm7] say [F7]
VERSE 3:
The [A#m7] sword of time will [D#7] pierce our skins [G#] It doesn't hurt when [Fm7] it begins
But [A#m7] as it works its way on [D#7] in
The [G#] pain grows stronger, [Fm7] watch [F7sus4] it [Fm7] grin [F7]
VERSE 4:
A [A#m7] brave man once re-[D#7]-quested me [G#] To answer questions [Fm7] that are key
Is [A#m7] it to be or not to [D#7] be?
And [G#] I replied, "Oh [Fm7] why [F7sus4] ask [Fm7] me?" [F7]