Staring down a dark tunnel, don't know where it leads too,
Trying to see light at the end, don't know if I need too,
Because it feels I'm already at the end, since know one can see you,
I guess the blade finally did the trick, know I'm stuck in darkness,
But this is what I've always wanted, just to be laid to rest,
I was happy once, seems so long ago,
I swear I had the handsomest smile, maybe just a few months ago,
But now I'm always sad, my face never changes,
You won't even know if I'm mad, everything rearranges,
I feel my body ripping apart, I hear a knock on the door,
The razor blade leaves my hand, bounces off the floor,
But it's too late to save me now, I've met my maker,
Because I'm six feet underground, just ask the undertaker,
Going to a place with no view in the cell, you know where I'm going,
You can r.i.p. me but I'm going to hell.
