the red jumpsuit apparatus
not my style
Sitting with the bible in my grasp And a gun in my left hand Trying hard to steady breathing Pacing on the cold tile floor You better look me in the eyes When you say that you don't love me Then she said she didn't love me anymore I got no reason to be sure This will never get any easier I cried out, "dear heavenly father Surround me with love Cause suicide is not my style No, suicide is not my style" Trying not to lose faith in this world But it's a bitter pill to take When there's no one left to blame Tracing back the steps that we both took You better take a second look In that mirror when you laugh at me I bet you like what you see I got no reason to be sure This will never get any easier I cried out, "dear heavenly father Surround me with love Cause suicide is not my style (no) Suicide is not my style (no) Suicide is not my (style) " You will regret this one day The way you walked away You've got some cold move [?] to face No longer my mistake You will regret this one day The way you walked away (you will regret this one day) (the way you walked away) I got no reason to be sure This will never get easier I cried out, "dear heavenly father Surround me with love Cause suicide is not my style Suicide is not my style Suicide is not my (style) "