My vision is fading
My mind has been slipping
I fear it is over
My time with the living

You can't expect me to take it
I held you on my back and you broke it
My finger on the trigger I might pull it
My brains on the wall would be a sight wouldn't it

At least the pain would stop
I'd be free from the feeling
I just wanted to make it to the top
You loved to be my ceiling

No turning back now
Music blaring too loud
Speed hitting 200
Soon I'll be in the clouds

Would you care then?
Tell everyone you were my friend?
Say you wish you were there in the end?
I wish you were there in the end.