Sitting in my room,
The radio blasting full sound,
Sitting on my bed,
Gun in my hands looking down,
So many things Ive done wrong,
That Ive tried to make right,
But I keep screwing up,
And It makes it so I cant sleep at night,
So sick of people feeding lies,
So sick of life,
So sick of living,
So sick of strife,
On the verge of giving up,
Jumping off the ledge,
Sitting on my room,
With the gun on the edge,
Tears are racing down,
I keep telling my self just end it now,
But theres pressure on my finger,
Holding it back some how,
My heart is racing,
Skipping beats here and there,
Whats wrong with me,
Suddenly about dying I seem to care,
So sick of people feeding lies,
So sick of life,
So sick of living,
So sick of strife,
Life aint a patch of roses,
But every where I turn I stop,
Hitting a dead end,
And wasting another tear drop,
This time im giving in,
Letting life take its toll,
Living in the hard life,
I just cant roll,
So here I go,
I sit forward and straight,
My door is lock music up,
Saving me it is just too late,
So sick of people feeding lies,
So sick of life,
So sick of living,
So sick of strife,
CLICK goes the trigger,
The bullets through my head,
So sick of it all BANG,
I'm Dead......
