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)"