The End

Buckle under the weight of my soul

Succumb to things that I can't control

Falling apart slowly at the seams

Deaf ears are listening to my screams

Everything seems to have lost its feel

Losing grip of what I thought was real

Can't remember when I felt alive

This feeling is so damn hard to describe

No matter how fucking hard I try

I feel dead inside where I lie

Awake at night trapped in my own head

Grab the gun and prepare for the end

It took me decades but now I see

That the world has nothing left that it can offer me

I beg for death

I need to find my peace

I take my last breath

I envy the deceased

Grab the pistol from my dresser drawer

Tears are falling I get on the floor

Make sure that I locked the bedroom door

Note that says I can't take any more

Shake as my hand slowly feels the steel

Thoughts of how my family will feel

Know that I have so much left to do

Thoughts of perspective are coming through

Lay the pistol down at my side

Tired of finding ways I can hide

Deciding now I don't want to run

Someday I swear I will see the sun!

I won't let it take me

I won't let it take me

I won't let it take me

I won't let it take me

(I won't let it take me)

I won't let it take me

(I won't let it take me)

I won't let it take me

(I won't let it take me)

I won't let it take me...