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 ever 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 ever 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
You will regret this one day
The way you walked away
You'll have some cauldron to face
No longer my mistake
You will regret this one day
The way you walked away
I've got no reason to be sure
This will ever 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