Waiting by the window. Staring at my shadow. Not believing what Iâ€™d seen. Touching but not feeling. And wondering what I was dealing. And not knowing where I'd been. So I began walking. To myself I was talking. But didn't know which way to go. Then I found a direction. And now I needed some action. But I should have just said no. Should have said no. Why won't you help me. Or give me hand. 'Cause I'm close to becoming. A suicidal man. What I need is someone. With a definite plan. For I've waited for just about. As long as I can. Suicidal man suicidal .... So on my travels. Still with all my troubles. I found someone who cared. The answer was so easy. That all she did to please me. Was to say a problems smaller. When it's shared. He was a suicidal man .... .