Текст песни поп-панк инди-лирик стайл - самоубийца

Am F
A man sitting on a chair
C G
and everything would be fine
Am F
but only thought crept into the brain
Dm E
and tortures him.
And his life was hard
he decided to die.
Fall from the high bridge
and never take off again.

But the bridge is closed, repairs are in progress.
Bad luck bro ...
Although maybe you have
do you have a backup plan?
And now the man decides
burn in an old barn,
took courage, took gasoline
and lights a match.

Suddenly, from the sight of the light
terror seized him.
Forgetting everything, he ran
wherever he looked.
Then he decided to take the poison,
packed in a pharmacy.
I came home, washed it down with water,
closed his eyelids with fear ...

But nothing happened.
Perhaps not casual?
A man sitting on a chair
and wants to live to a hundred.