My problems once seemed so severe.
But the past is done, future near.
The solution is so simple anymore,
You can do it, even if you're four.
The key to the door of my lifetime,
Is so cold and the shape of a dime.
But it is merely an ounce in weight,
Which is a bit bigger then my brain.
A shiny barrel is always on my side,
To be my tissues when I need to cry.
As I pull the hammer near my chest,
I think of those whom I loved best.
And their voices all come in static,
Is this my only hope to be emphatic?
So I raise my hopes next to my ear,
To remove any doubt of why I'm here.
I say I don't want the pain anymore,
But the gun just falls to the floor.
The escape from this misery serves,
As just another bad lesson learned.
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