Slowly falling into the depths of despair.
Trying to hold on but there's nothing there.
You fight and You struggle, but for what in the end?
A life full of broken dreams and a heart to mend.
Everyone leaves, that's right, nobody stays,
It's a never ending cycle, this isn't just a phase.
You'll be battered and bruised when it's all said and done,
But you can be free from this game with a bullet and a gun.
The choice is ultimately yours to end it or not.
Is it worth giving up after all you've fought?
Or is leaving this demented world worth your surrender,
In this world you are your own contender.