It is at this point in time i am to tired to care
to wound up in misery acting like I'm not even there
i cannot handle anymore of this torment, this pain
I'm sick of playing in the devils chess game
i love all of you , this i know true
but it is with great regret i do this to you
no more of my life can i handle, or take
it is with this blade i end my life, as a fake
a fake at my happiness a fake at my tears
i have been a fake for many a year
and no more of this game can i play, i quit
I'm sorry, I'm out, I'm falling to pieces bit by bit
but no one is here, i am all on my own
I'm fading away now, and
after this night i shall be but blood and bone
my soul is laid now to rest
i farewell thee, and i wish thee the best.
