I guess its the weight,
That life piles on, problems,
Of one man, amount to little,
In this world, is there really,
Only one way out?
I raise it slowly,
The light flickers, dancing,
I hold the exit in my hand,
Is this the way to go,
Can I turn back?
My hands shaking to much,
I can't aim, i'm having doubts,
Can I or can't I?
Thats the question i'm thinking,
That's the one holding me back.
We only have one life as ourselves, why waste it?
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