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