Calling god on my last request.
If I may be his newest guest.
Holding this blade in my hand
Knowing it will be my latest friend.
Letting it rest on my wrist
Making my last angry fist.
Thinking if I will be missed
Remembering how that girl kissed
I fought the future Day and night
But it wasn't at all a honest fight.
You always talked about respect.
But you never thought of the effect.
Using your position like this.
And thinking when you are gone,
You will be missed ?
Well f**k you mom no one will cry for you not a soul
You will only be there to fill up the hole.
Life is just not what it used to be
So I rather....rather be free.
