The end

Not happy with me or life itself
ready to put that book back on the shelf
lock it up and lose the key
and never remember the life of me
getting harder the breath i find
as these thought go through my mind
let this day pass
please let it be my last
lost this game called life
i fell under the blade of this knife
take me back to where i was born
and be with those who chose to mourn
now with the angels far away
waiting there till its your day
in your hearts ill always be
the sound of a bell youll think of me
now close your eyes and think real hard
this angel i am: ill be your guard