Well my friends I've crossed the line,
So I guess here is my time.
At least I go still holding my brain,
Which holds inside all my hidden pain.
Some people say man you ain't liven,
I turn around and say my life's been driven.
I know I've gone and done things wrong,
But from your mistakes you can grow strong.
Well, for me, this ain't right,
I ain't seen no sparkling light.
So which way I go now all depends,
On how I get round those last bends.
No more time can I lend,
I must now create the end.
I can't go on living like this,
I no that I ain't gona be a miss.
So with these pills lay out before me,
Across my bed for all to see.
I come to the end of my ride,
And end it all my way, in suicide!
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