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
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 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
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 I won't let it take me
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 I won't let it take me
 (I won't let it take me)
 I won't let it take me...