As i lie down on my bed,
I think 'this is my last night,
I should make the most of it',
so I light my cigarette and take a swig of beer
Drowning in my sorrows, I know the end is near
Bags of powder,pills and seringes are strewn across the floor
I absorb them all, not thinking of the morning
I have finished,and yet i want more
i stagger to the mirror,stumbling as i die
look at my reflection and begin to cry
this is what I was and this is what I am
Nothing can change so what is the point?
To carry on in this world,when lies ahead the unknown
Should I stay here,hopeless and alone?
No i shant, I shall leave you all behind
and start an new begining, a new morning
So it is done there are no regrets
But when one has smoked one easily forgets
that in the afterlife,not only is there heaven,but also hell.
 
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