You can turn your back and hide your eyes..
Cut me slack my souls revived..
It's been a time since I felt like living..
No thoughts of suicide or wrist slitting..
I always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory..
No remnants of disappointment at the end of my story..
But who am I kidding, its written in stone..
The ink is my blood and the pen is my bones..
Sign here at the X and it's ****** she wrote..
Hold me tight, the noose on my throat..
A few breaths left in these old broken lungs..
The rides been hard but it sure has been fun..
Thinking of where I started can't fathom when it's over..
6 feet of dirt is heavy and the airs getting colder..
I wonder if they hear my tossing and turning..
Sold it to the devil when you get this my soul will be burning..
Welcome the heat, embrace the flame..
Heavy sigh of relief here comes the rain..