Too many tears from the choices I make Too many cries in despair. I shouldnt have said, no one had to know not yet, I could have been gone away no one had to know Now they do. There is a solution a knife a gun a rope What does it matter? To them I am already dead My soul is gone and the fires of hell awaits me But then an angel in the distance I wait to see her and she to see me Only a little longer and I wont have to see these tears that I caused God Damn me I would deserve no less In the name of one day, when I reach my heaven.