My life is so black, and my heart so cold.
I never come back, cause that’s what they told.
The illness will never heal, and it’s taking over me.
Pain is all that I feel, so soon I will be free.
But still I’m not afraid to die, the only thing I do is prey.
Even if I cry, there’s still no forgiveness to stay.
You are with me all this time, but all I do is shout.
I know I’ve crossed the line, and soon I will be out.
Out of this life, and away from the nightmare.
This feeling I cant describe, but I know that life is not fair.
I feel so sick and weak, I’m no longer who I was before.
I almost cant speak, when will god close my door ?
Life is just a funny game, but your just playing.
And it’s all the same, and all the believers are preying.
I’m righting a last letter, its for my friends and family.
It says that I’m not getting better, and the doctors are sorry.
There’s nothing left of my life, and I see that the end is near.
So I’m saying to my wife,: remember that I always loved you my dear.
All I can think of is my own death, I know I’ll never make it.
But still I wont regret, cause I will never com out of this shit.
Sometimes I’m wondering if god is a story, or will it be real ?
But I don’t worry, cause with my sickness I have to deal.
I’m putting so much trust in everyone, but hey all let me down.
Soon I will take the gun, and I’m leaving this crazy town.
At six a clock I step out of my bed, now I’m kissing my wife goodbye.
Hey honey, don’t look so sad, don’t cry its just my time.
I’m driving the lonely highway, I will find a nice place.
This is just a fantasy day, and my smile covers up my scared face.
There’s laying a nice place in frond of me, with a lovely view.
It’s not far from the city, but I’ll never been here, so it must be new.
The first thing I do is looking around, this place is sweet.
There’s almost no sound, and I’m giving the birds a nice greet.
Birds cant speak, but they are ferry smart.
They know that I’m weak, and they understand the pain in my heart.
I park the car next to a little river, now I’m putting to gun on my head.
I hope so that god is a real forgiver, cause now I will face my death.
I’m puling the trigger, will this be the end ?
I’m counting, 1 2 3 ….. but I cant.
I’m asking god why, but he don’t give a answer.
Maybe I’m not supposed to die, and they find a cure for the cancer.