How easy it is to get carried away
To let bitterness into your heart, and ruin your day
To feel endlessly sorry for yourself
To put your life on hold, and up on a shelf

That's when the Devil puts thoughts into your mind
To do yourself harm, of the very worst kind
"He said; she did; they done me wrong
I'm so broken up, I just can't go on"

"Maybe I'll swallow that bottle of pills
And end all my sorrows, with the sleep that kills
Maybe I'll follow a more gruesome twist
And watch my blood flow, as I slit my wrist"

All of that drama, what does it resolve?
The whole world around you, does not revolve
You won't change a thing by what you have done
A few people will mourn you, but the world will go on

Only YOU will be gone

Nobody will deny the pain that you feel
Everyone knows what you're feeling is real
And even if you feel that your whole world will crash
Please don't do anything hasty or rash

Pick yourself up out of that self-pity trap
Lift up your head and pull up your boot straps
And thank our sweet Lord for each brand new day
And another chance to live, and to love, to play, and to pray.