• will you cry when i die?
    will you have a reason why?
    do you care about my life
    would you stab me with a knife?
    will you take away my pain
    will you make sure i get slain
    tired of living
    tired of breathing
    i lost all hope
    this is no joke
    so take the gun in your hands
    just think your shooting in the sand
    let the bullet fly and glide
    let my eyes see the sweet light