• my thoughts are not clear
    for i feel i have lost
    no meaning to life
    for that i have fought
    one careless misstake
    one slip of the tounge
    now i must pay for it with every breath from my lung
    one simple mistake, i pay with my life
    i have no longer a reson
    to put up a fight
    the trade was made
    the devil had won
    away went my spiret
    i take my life with a gun