my final thrill
every year passes by me by while i stand still
i have no love in my life, no purpose, and no will
telling myself to end it now, i hold on for the kill
one day i will be gone forever, my blood will spill
every year i tell myself this is it, no more until...
until i almost do it, then i think and i cannot fufill
i hate my life, this was a mistake i know i am ill
but my problem will not be corrected by some pill
my lifes warmth is love, so long have i had a chill
so there is nothing to do but wait for my final thrill
every year passes by me by while i stand still
i have no love in my life, no purpose, and no will
telling myself to end it now, i hold on for the kill
one day i will be gone forever, my blood will spill
every year i tell myself this is it, no more until...
until i almost do it, then i think and i cannot fufill
i hate my life, this was a mistake i know i am ill
but my problem will not be corrected by some pill
my lifes warmth is love, so long have i had a chill
so there is nothing to do but wait for my final thrill