Testo Sight

Such a sight for sore eyes and a bleeding sunrise
Tonight I will fight so read me my last rites
and I won’t give it up this time

Now we’re here right on time and I feel my lungs burn
My last cigarette makes my stomach turn
and I’m alright, so here are my last words
And I know why I’m lost
And I feel like I’m giving up

Give me a gun, black pen, and spiral notebook
My words fade away as you give me one last look
and I am writing one last note to you
I don’t deserve to express my endless sadness
I know you’d pretend to try to fix this
but I see through all your bullshit

I know I don’t deserve this