I wonder what would happen
Should I decide to just let go
I'd wonder what opportunities
I might not ever know

If I allow the razor
To cut deeper in my skin
Would the darkness that's threatening
My soul finally win?

If I swallow one more pill
Than I've ever had before
I wonder if I'll still be here
To take the chance with more.

If I leave my air behind
To find liquid dreams in sleep
Would I ever have the chance
To rise out of the deep?

I'd be too busy wondering
To let the razor slip…
To swallow more than usual…
And to take my final dip.

I'd be too busy asking myself
'What happens if I try?'
To actually spend time worrying
About the different ways I'd die.