People say I did well in my life
But I feel I missed a major opportunity to prove that I'm
something
Something more than nothing
To prove I deserve more than I've got
What can I do when I know what has to be done
But I have no desire to do it
Seventy two f*cking years swept away in the waning autumn
People say I did well in my life but I still stare
through myself
Through the hole in my head left there by a bullet
I pulled the trigger all by myself