I can't race for it,
Always falling behind;
Being trapped and I rate it,
In my mind, it's all blind.
The end nears me
And I stop asking if I'm okay.
Being tired of lying thee;
The way It has to be ended this day.
My fake life is getting dark,
Eyes cannot hold anymore,
The soul has won and I made it a mark;
And done living in the sore.
Agonizing to breath,
I know it's the time to quit;
If millions fear death,
A few pray for it.
-TFC
Confused of life, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s been falling behind always, he tries to explain his pain in a way he thinks he’s so wrong in his life. Finally talking about the death.