There's a question I have kept locked up. Are you at the point of giving up? I’m struggling to think, why am I alive? These wasted days don’t make my life worthwhile. Hanging on the memories, forgotten. I want to think of the times I never looked back and wish I had to keep you here. Put the barrel to my head so I don’t feel a thing. How can I leave with so much more to give? I’m living with the pain, I know I’ll die the same. The truth is all my life I have been living a lie. I’ll leave this world without a trace, staring death in the face. The truth is that all life comes to an end.