As I lay here in my bed thinking to my self this is the right thing to do no one will care. As I slowly loose feeling from my hand I hear the faint dropping of the metal hitting the floor. I say to myself fare well wretched land and good bye. But I look up and think of all the good times I've had. Will anyone miss me or forget me. So time goes by i lay here and cry. why must i fight and for what. Just do one thing for me tell my mom I love her.
