You Can't Save Anyone

Most of the men I've lived with have attempted suicide at least once

I was always disappointed that none of them actually succeeded

I secretly wished all of them dead at one time or another

I longed for the badge of widowhood

A marble vase of bones, splinter and ash

A reason to mourn their passing

I always wondered why they never had the guts to go through with it

I always believed that there were a dozen justifications for suicide

It was the definitive "fuck you, piss off, I win"

You can't save anyone from themselves

You can't save anyone from themselves

Some souls are just born under the

Heavy weight of a dirty karmic bruise

They're never going to find peace or relief

You will lose everything by attempting to play savior

You will never heal the wounded

You can't repair the damage already done by selfish

Parents, vicious ex-lovers, child molesters, tyrants

Poverty, depression, or simple chemical imbalance

You can't undo psychic wounds

You can't bandage old scars

You can't kiss away ancient bruises

You can't make the pain go away

You can't shout down the voices in other people's heads

You can't save anyone from themselves

You can't save anyone from themselves

Some souls are just born under the

Heavy weight of a dirty karmic bruise

They'll never find peace or relief

You will lose everything trying to play savior