I'm Not Ready To Die

This time I went too far,
my last stunt will leave no scar.

I’m lying on the street,
this time I admit defeat.

Surrounded by my own blood,
the dirt becomes a black mud.

I did this to myself,
me and everyone else.

Sirens fill my ears,
my death draws near.

There’s no coming back,
as my world turns black.

My blood runs cold,
on this world I lose my hold.

I don’t want to say goodbye,
I’m not ready to die.