Too Much Pressure

Walking and fading and falling to grey
drowning in suffering, not a word can I say
Crushing my shoulders and bowing my spine
this endless pain will last 'till the end of time

Not much can I do, not much can I say
to change what is happening, this fateful day
I'm stuck under depression's dark influence
about to commit one sin you can't seek repentance

I'm slashing my wrists and drinking 'till I die
my final hours in my room, not one verbal goodbye
I sent her a text-message, saying that I love her
I told her that what I've done isn't because of her

I'm under too much pressure, for me to take
it's crushing my back, and it's about to break
I can't stop now, that which isn't mine to control
such as my perpetual fall, into this dark hole