A Dead End Street

String these ropes, load the gun
I'm through with living, my life is done
These thoughts, they strangle me
My mind slits my throat
My conscience poisons me

I'm setting myself up to fall
Alone on this road
A dead end street
Sooner than later the grim reaper I'll meet

They say it can't kill you
Described as a ache or just a momentary pain
But when it strikes you this much
You know it's bound to win again

I'm done with playing
Too many fouls
This game's out of hand
I'm over it now