Title: "Nothing less than death" Writer: Matthew Drysdale

There's nothing I want more, My life is just a chore; Leaves me battered and sore. Nothing less than death.

Let it be thy will, That I lay forever still, Won't you enjoy this kill? Nothing less than death.

My love brought me nothing but misery, All along she despised me, That was the way it was meant to be. Nothing less than death.

Everyone's sick of hearing me cry, They say they care but they now they lie, Please I beg you let me die. Nothing less than death.

Through pain and depression forever I strive, Though I really don't care if I ever survive, Five bullets in my skull, count them, five, Nothing less than death.

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