everyone has their stories to be told
some of them live happily
some of them will grow old
however you haven't read the story that belongs to me

problems stacking on
my life is just a big heavy sigh
the weight of the world feels like tons
should i just say goodbye?

if i were to leave this place
if i were to see my end
there would tears in my face
my hands on the steering wheel, and some alcohol to attend

or it could through a jump
or with swallowing pills
just anything to make this pain to stopped being pumped
and to make my mind rest in flowers and hills