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The silence is murder upon upon my ears

What has come true is my greatest of fears

I find myself every evening alone

whenever this torture will end is unknown



with a bottle of crown, i plot out my end

thinking to whom my final requests i shall send

but what does it matter?  They're all just the same.

when i needed them the most, none of them came



this all feels like my fault, of that i am sure

knowing this though, makes me wish I'm with her

but she isn't here now, and I am to blame

That's why it must pain me just to speak of her name



I want this to stop, only know one way how

I'll bring this to an end, and finish this now

the pills they make me tired, and make my heart feel real slow

and as my final thoughts i just want you to know



That i loved her with all my heart, i truly did

and the one ill miss the most is my 2 year old kid

i hope he grows up to be nothing like me at all

so i say for the last time... goodbye to you all