Frank Turner - Richard divine

^EmRichard Divine made up his mind to take the l^Amast few steps to t^Dhe bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock him^Emself in. Steady young hands, meticulous plans, disposable r^Amazors and a ^Dblisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot wa^Emter.

He s^Gaid he’s not for s^B7ale, said that he felt hou^Cnded, crowded and s^Amurrounded by this life he didn’t c^Emhoose.

^EmHe carefully wrote a funerary note on his best wr^Amiting paper to s^Det out the facts, and sealed it with wax, and left it in the kit^Emchen. He left it out so his parents would know what there was wa^Amiting for them: ^Dpale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing ca^Emrpet.

^GHe said he’s not for s^B7ale, said that he felt houn^Cded, crowded and surr^Amounded by this life he didn’t choose. ^G But everybody plays t^B7his game on a daily bas^Cis. They’re not heroes, they’re su^Amrvivors, and it’s not Shakespearian if they lose.

^EmSo do what you want, do what you want, do what the ^Dvoices tell you, but don^C’t ever say that we didn’t ^Bwarn you. cause we ^Emwarned you

^GHe said he’s not for s^B7ale, but he bought into his fai^Clure. He’s telling tales that ha^Ammmer nails right into open pa^Glms. ^GA martyr in re^B7verse, he’s best at being wor^Cst, the rest of us are c^Amursed but we keep calm and we carry o^Gn.

So Richard, here it is:^G none of us are bla^Bmmeless, huddled here like ^Cstrangers, shameless in our li^Dsts of all the changes we say we n^Geed. But I think that you k^B7new that, you can’t pretend it’s n^Cews that when you cut yourself you’ll b^Amleed.