You tell me everything I do is wrong,
You tell me I have been messing up, for so very long,
You tell me I can't never fix my life,
From the mistaken scars of a knife,
But as I put this gun up to my head,
Here in a moment I will be dead,
One last thing to commit, my very last sin,
You will not have to worry about this screwed up friend,
Because this is it, as I pull the trigger, what is shown is
my sins' end.