I think I'm getting ready
To end my so called life
A downward slop it is
It is becoming right
Dragging on hurts
A dagger through the heart
So little left to fight for
I'm always hit with darts
Problems never cease
I hate to live then run
But let's admit it
Recently it hasn't been fun
I've been lost to love and success
Both noble causes
But to compete with them?
Surely you jest
I could never take a man
Away from his love
Not only is it wrong
But it just can't be done
I won't try
Just exit nice and quiet
As easily as obesity
Can stray away from a diet
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