I am a psychologist by trade and encounter many different situations including, unfortunately, suicide. I tried to write this song from a combination of perspectives-an individual who is considering harming themselves and his/her loved ones. Not a pr
Motivated by my professional experiences in dealing with individuals and famiies who have dealt with this issue.
Empty
Jeff Lustick 2007
I'm sitting at the table
Message in my hand
My heart's no longer able
To understand, to understand
Got my finger on the trigger
About halfway through that door
The fear don't make me shiver
Anymore, not any more
I wish that I could tell you
How this came to be
I'm living in a hell you
Just can't see
A thousand empty faces
I've tried them on for size
None of them erases
The disguise, the disguise
The days are getting colder
Demons rule my sleep
The angels on my shoulder
Softly weep, softly weep
I wish that I had shown you
All I kept inside
Or had the strenght to hold you
When I cried
No words of consolation
Can lead you to the light
When loss and desolation
Brings the night, brings the night
Will anything I've written
Help to ease your way
Each soul can be forgiven
So they say, so they say