Too many troubles
Seeing no way out
Spinning spinning
No more rules to flout.
All the traffic lights
Are stuck on red
The only option
Is to wind up dead.
Too many troubles
Dead ends are rife
Stuck on a merry go round
All darkness in life.
Your breath is shallow
Your eyes so red
The only way out
Is a bullet to the head.
Look my friend
If it’s life you dread
Yes it’s a good call to
Shoot yourself in the head.
Too many troubles
No food for the feast
All but sad so rest in peace.