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 Fucking 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