Tick tock
Goes the clock
How it mocks me to its best
I sit down with a knife
And gun by my side
As I ponder the meaning of life
Is it worth it?
I wonder
The pain and the suffering?
Is it worth being tortured
For a slight chance to see the ending
I look to the mirror
then I look to the gun
And time mocks me again
As i decide where to go
