And i was thinking about killing myself, again,
dream isn't what it should contain.
Maybe i don't deserve anything but rage,
but you told me to jump over the edge.
I want the change but not to sprain my ankle,
but this pressure is too much to handle.
I have nothing to lose,
and something to prove.
Maybe i don't go to Heaven,
because i don't appreciate blessing given,
but I'll leave this warfare,
this competition where everyone compare.
My life is an ante in this poker game,
not enough, but it is all I've got.
