I'm just that part of humanity,
That is wanting to die.
Because I can not see any point
In the life that's passing me by.
For time doesn't heal anything,
I am the living proof.
I need the ground beneath my feet,
I'm staring down that roof.
God ease my troubled soul,
This world consumes me whole.
Broken by lies I was fed,
Oh how lucky are the dead?
You and me, we have dark days,
But for me the darkness stays.
To this dark world I'll give a sun,
By the shot out of my gun.
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