I've been thinking about this song lately (full lyrics below). It's called "Lonely Soldier" by Damien Rice.
And may you be satisfied to never know why
Sometimes someone just wants to die
When I was 14, my life was impacted by another person's suicide in a peculiar way. I didn't know him, but, because of the circumstances, his suicide has followed me for more than 10 years now. I go through cycles of remembering and forgetting, of dwelling and letting go.
I can't blog more about it now, but I wanted to post the song lyrics...just because. No reason.
Lonely, but never alone
Good eyes see nothing to shoot
Good feet feel good giving up good boots
So ask your father how'd you fall
Ask your mother how'd you fall
Like a leaf sitting on the ground
Good for nothing 'cept kicking around
She died with her hands stretched out
She died with a hungry mouth
She died with her mind full of doubt
And thoughts of weakening
So may your river never dry
And may your mouth never lie
And may you be satisfied to never know why
Sometimes someone just wants to die
So where'd you get those cuts in your hand
I thought I told you about playing in the sand
There's always someone careless with glass
There's always questions you don't want to ask.
She died with her hands stretched out
She died with a hungry mouth
She died with her mind full of doubt
And thoughts of weakening
So may your river never dry
And may your mouth never lie
And may you be satisfied to never know why
Sometimes someone just wants to die
So lonely soldier go home
Lonely, but never alone
Good eyes see nothing to shoot
Good feet feel good giving up good boots
