My act in yet to perform
My cries are far from the norm
I am at the center of my conviction
A knife I hold in my hand of my demand
I want to aim straight for my heart
I am not worthy to live
I can no longer give
My pain of a bottomless soul
The years of my past have grown old
Pity me not
The knife is my only shot
Death was put in the center of my own spotlight
My consequence has always been my plight
Life has no meaning to me
Even my eyes don’t want too see
I leave now
My consequence I know how
My presentation being the show
Death has finally called and my light has turned dim and I must go
Goodbye I say unto you, and tomorrow I have no debt due.