I look back at my life,
At what it was before...

Some may see it as a chance to leave
This world and all that it would heave...

I cannot stand all this pain.
I cannot take this strain...

I sat there and observed the rain
And saw where it left a stain...

"My country tis of thee."
How sweet those words are to me...

My best friend died last week.
As go through life now i feel so weak...

These bugs are all around me.
They really start to confound me...