everything i wanted to be,
is now gone for me to see.
the stench from it all,
is making my mind going for the fall.
even if i do try,
everyone around me just lie.

Here i am sitting on a empty road,
with my gun that im about to load.
with thoughts of my past,
everyone to the bitter last.

pointing the end towards my head,
and then afterwards falling dead onto the leaf-bed.
with eyes that are so cold,
it\'s just like how the story was told.