The Short Life

Dark clouds poor over him
Light has gone away
Love and Happiness are out
Fear is here to stay

Dark clouds poor over him
He wants to be dead
Closer and closer
The gun comes to his head

Light is getting farther
Now he can barley be seen
Along with the light go the angels
In with the dark come the Fiends

Light is getting farther
His finger clinching on the gun
Here comes the dark
Down goes the sun

The trigger pulls in
The tear falls out
All hope is lost
A brain full of doubt

The trigger pulls in
But not all the way
He doesn't know what to do
How to stop the fray

The gun drops slowly
His soul left on earth
Only 18 years of living
Been crazy since birth

The gun drops slowly
Along with the blood
A couple seconds of silence
Then comes the "Thud"