I stare out of my window watching this world pass me by,
I've reached the point of defeat-I no longer want to try.
The sun is shining brightly-the wind blows through the trees,
To bad this beautiful world no longer holds a place for me.
I think about the things I've done and some things I have said,
Contemplating the road to take to lead me to my death bed.
I listen to clock counting my final moments one by one,
For when the hour strikes I have a date with this old gun.
My heart begins to race and my heart begins to rush,
I grab the handle of my friend-my final hour is up.
I take the gun and grip it-I point it at my head,
And just as i pull the trigger I awaken in my bed.
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