Suicide;Stigma

So much heart, so much time
 But not enough
 Self-inflicted pain can come and remain
 In the fear inside of all of us
 Desperately and endlessly
 Trying to find a means to some kind of place
 Though we can't learn when things come easy
 Now that we are prepared for war
 We have an effective means to preserving peace
 For each and everyone
 The chances of you even being born were forty million to one
 There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live
 Suicide doesn't end the pain
 It passes through the ones you love and remain
 Take yourself out of the equation
 And the problem stays
 When I speak such a word
 Are you uneasy with how it's heard?
 The stigma will never leave
 Unless all of us can just start talking
 The only people I know resting in peace
 Without fear or anxiety are the deceased
 That's why we say "may the dead rest in peace"
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 The things we feel we could never change
 Can end up changing everything
 Now that we are prepared for war
 We have an effective means to preserving peace
 For each and everyone
 The chances of you even being born were forty million to one
 There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live through one
 Sometimes to win a battle inside
 You need to start a war
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 Sometimes to win a battle inside
 You need to start a war
 Now that we are prepared for war
 We have an effective means to preserving peace
 For each and everyone
 The chances of you even being born were forty million to one
 There's two parts of the statistic, I want you to live through one
 I want you to live through one, I want you to live through one.