Times of worry and dismay, I think each day should I blow out my brains. I wonder if they'll ever know, if I go into the world unknown. As I sit in my room hoping for death, I wait for this gun to take me to rest. I don't think I have the guts, so I ask the demons below to come use this gun. Now how can anybody know that I'll be gone, If nobody knows where I even belong. My soul is sick and I know why because around me theres nothing but lies. People and evil are mixed within, and I don't know how to get out, can someone tell me where I fit in. So here I go and still thinking will the angel of heaven forgive or give up on me. My heart is cold and black as night should I kill myself is it really right? I think of all the pain that I've been through and I think to myself what more can I do. I need to leave before It's to late, and I ask is there enough time for a clean slate. So as the evil takes over my mind I think it's better to go now then to keep trying to fight. The angel of death is calling me home, all the pain I've inflicted here on this earth I know where I go It's gonna be warm. My soul is dark and sick with hate, gotta go now before it's to late.
