Oh Lord,
I believe you have not thought through,
This "gift" you give to me.
In reality I do not want it anymore...
No matter what I do with it the outcome is the same...
Death
I'll end up buried 6ft underground,
In a casket made of the sorrows of those who loved me,
Loved me, even though they knew what would happen...

So Lord,
I do not want this gift of Life.
Because with it I can do nothing...
Take my life and give it to someone better...
That way I can be 6ft under the ground in *peace...