Or is it a slow, sick ride from well
that inches to the edge of hell?
I've been hanging on with all my might...
but I'm just too tired to stay and fight.
To you my life seems "not so bad",
but you never knew the dreams I had!
I've used my time on earth to build
what now lays broken and unfulfilled.
I guess I'm not so strong as you~
still sitting there with your perfect view...
Or have you felt the pelting rain
that brings with it...the cold, black pain?
So I think I'll lay me down to sleep
allow myself to finally weep~
And slowly say those last goodbyes,
as one last time I close my eyes.