This Life Is Over
 
As I sit in despair
trying to catch a whiff of fresh air
contemplating freeing myself from the misery of this life
freeing myself from the arguments, confrontations, and constant strife
What would it be like after this life?
 
Would I endure the peace that I long for?
When I go knocking, will God open the door?
Will I be happy and content
knowing that with my children no more time will be spent
 
Is it better to just cope with the woes and blows of life
or should I bring it to a close
and forget about the highs and the lows
 
What can I do to bring about peace and change?
Or is it too late to switch lanes
I just contantly think about a beautiful life after this life
God please forgive me if I am wrong
sometimes the load gets too heavy to bare
this trip is much too long
 
I wonder why my name is used in vain
Why am I always the blame
for every mistake that was made
a helluva price was paid
 
I am constantly reminded of my past
How long will people continue to taunt me?
How long will it last?
 
I feel like I am stuck no way out
Can anybody hear me as I cry and shout
I am going on to a resting place
my own site, lot, and space
In which a crime I committed, I won't be charged
I took myself out of misery there is no suspect at large
 
Remember I didn't want to go here
But I was drove here
For this life is over