My last breath

I think i gotta go now
for my time has come
I'm sorry i must leave you all
but i doubt you'll miss me when I've gone
my end is getting nearer
i can see it in my blood
the amount thats on the floor
god that can't be good
i don't care if i go now
the cuts are getting too hard to hide
and I'm sick and tired of explaining
what i feel inside
well
I'm going now
i know this is my last breath
you probably won't cry at my funeral
or miss me when I'm dead