There's nothing left to say
  There;s nothing more tonight.
  I have said my last words, and had my last fights
 To busy to see, to busy to sit, you always sayingI dont have time for your bullshit.
What you dont know is as your at work,
My minds lays heavy with death in a twirk.
Im not sad or even upset
Leaving you, is not threat.
But this time Im ready to say farwell
You wont even hear it as I ring my final bell.
Your going to cry and ask why, but soon you'll come to realize, all this bullshit you have no time,
and soon you too will meet your demise.
I'm not going to hesitate or question myself
Im not putting it back on the shelf.

The floor wont splatter as I push out the pain

I've made sure you can still live here in vein.

I'm dressed for the coroner for the sheriff and all, they wont think this bullshit is small.
I take one last smile and began to breath

Put my hand to the trigger and plunge with a squeeze,
My knees are weak Yep, here I go
Its almost like high, a final one though

I can feel the beat within every inch. sounds like clapping only dying with every pinch.

My blood is quick to coat my throat its pouring out from under, in and out my throat.

My hair is all red, its looks nice, my breast are splattered with red ice, Im getting cold, my blinks are rough, I take my last final cough, I hope your happy with what you find, maybe it wont be bullshit this time.

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