Dim streetlamps flicker
Mist lies where cars were
There are no cars on the road
No one’s around to lighten my load
There’s no sound – just the breeze
Blowing thought the autumn leaves
And the echo of my solitude
In this life that I pursued
No place to claim home
Just these forsaken streets I roam
The moonlit streets are lonely
The bottle once full is now empty
The beer on my breath contributes to my stinking
There’s nothing on my mind but I can’t stop thinking
There’s nothing around but it keeps me from blinking
There’s no reason to tread so I just keep sinking
Soon all my tears will engulf my head
And I’ll finally be dead
Free from the hands that pushed me down
Free from a world that made me frown
I hoped for the best life could give
Now I just don’t want to live
Maybe I’ll be more respected
Maybe I wont be so rejected
Maybe if I died
I wouldn’t be denied or dejected
And I could finally live in
A place worth living in
And not this hellhole here
Full of hatred and fear
Tears blur the bridge I’m trudging
And the bottle I’m holding
My feet lead me to the bridge rail
Maybe this time I won’t fail
With and unsteady grip I climb to the top
Let go of the pole and take my fall
The ocean accepts me with pleasure
As I plummet to my death
