Sunday from Falling Star by Carolina Brown

I almost killed myself on Sunday
I didn't see the point in living anymore
I went to see my friends on Sunday
They gather at a place I always feel at home

They said
Hello, my friend
You look sad
Let me cheer you up
We will sing
We will dance
We will talk of the past

I almost killed myself on Sunday
And here I was with my new looks and my new name
I went to say goodbye on Sunday
But suddenly my pain was gone, as was my shame

Time's easy to get by
When we have people by our side
We can sing
We can dance and forget what has passed

Sometimes I see my world is shrinking
And my life is getting really out of hand
But then I hear you say you love me
And I feel much better when you hold my hand

I want to show you I am
Cause if you know me you'll know I do the things you do
I laugh, I cry, I dream
I hope to find a home
In other words I'm just like you

I almost killed myself on Sunday
But then I heard a voice screaming in my mind
It feels good
It feels good
It feels good
It feels good to be alive

I almost killed myself on Sunday
I'm glad I'm here to see you
Once again

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