I want to pull the trigger.
These problems seem to linger.
I can’t just live my whole life in the shadows, always fighting a losing battle.
I guess everyone’s more sick of me than I am of them.
But I still can’t stop thinking of how I want all of this to end.
They never let me break free from their grasp.
I guess that’s why happiness never lasts.
So as I keep pulling through to my merciless demise,
I’ll keep wondering why I wanted more time.