Potential Suicide Songtext
von Allistar

She sits at home and tries to remember
All the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down
And now she′s found she can't stand the sight of her
Reflection in the windows of this beat up old town

She′s packing all of her problems into a carry-on bag
She's packing all of her sorrow
Into one last silver box of little memories
And every night that she's alive is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries won′t help her

She goes to bed at night just to wake up to a nightmare
And a headache that′ll never go away
She's doing time and hating every minute of it
Blaming everything on something she can′t escape
She cries and she cries, but no one ever listens
And she doesn't understand why she can′t slow down


She's packing all of her problems into a carry-on bag
She′s packing all of her sorrow
Into one last silver box of little memories
And every night that she's alive is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries won't help her

And all the pain she′s kept inside
Doesn′t help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight

And now it feels like she's been dealt a shitty hand
She′s headed eastbound, but she doesn't understand

And every night that she′s alive is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries won't help her
And all the pain she′s kept inside
Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
From all the teardrops that she cries

And every night that she's alive is a potential suicide
And all the teardrops that she cries won′t help her
And all the pain she′s kept inside
Doesn't help to cleanse her mind
From all the heartache and the frustration tonight