As I sit here thinking
the trigger's spring clinking
I wonder why
I want to die
I wonder why people dread
the fear of being dead
Hammer falls with a sudden thud
I feel the blood
Warm and oozing
It feels so soothing
Barrel pointed at my brain
Suddenly there is no more pain
The pain crushing
There is no more rushing
The rat race has you bound
Yet I will soon be in the ground
As I sit here thinking
The trigger's spring softly clinking...
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