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Crashed into every obstacle in my way
all the colors simply turn to gray
my ship sunk before it left the bay
I need the reaper to get the fuck away

Life is getting way to hard for me
don't know what I'm supposed to be
if you look close maybe you will see
death is the only way to set me free

disappointment, describes me best
failure, my middle name you say
my funeral, it will be your fest
at least I'll be out of your way

Why was I born, when all I cause is pain
everything lost, all I ever gained
sitting alone, in the freezing rain
all my life flashing in my brain

disappointment, describes me best
failure, my middle name you say
my funeral, it will be your fest
at least I'll be out of your way

no point in my life,
blank in my head,
saved by the knife,
finally dead.
A puddle of blood,
my skin turns gray,
washed by the flood,
no more in your way.
you're finally free
from the horrors of me
now you will see
how good life can be

disappointment, describes me best
failure, my middle name you say
my funeral, it will be your fest
at least I'll be out of your way