Here I stand,
nothing left to lose.
So now it seems
that I must choose;
To fight on,
a little colder,
Or end the pain,
which would be bolder.
I weigh consequence,
by moon and by sun,
But there's no recompense,
for the things I have done.
This life has been hard,
taken blood sweat and tears.
I've swallowed my pride,
and laughed at my fears.
I've given my all,
and continued to give,
I've been close to death,
but continued to live.
The things I have seen
have been too much to handle,
I wish my past could be
doused, like a candle.
And so I begin, to
doubt my own mind,
Because I find it so hard,
and its so hard to find.
I'll think what I want,
you think what you will,
We could have had more
than a cheap thrill.
All my bones have
decayed into dust,
Because it's hard to be strong,
with no one to trust.
I know that I shouldn't,
but I still wish you the best,
In spite of the hollow
you left deep in my chest.
Here I stand,
still nothing left to lose,
Having eaten up more
of the length of my fuse,
I'll let you decide;
be the one to choose,
If you still think you'd survive
a walk in my shoes.