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Its All Over

Hang me from a power line,
two deaths in one seem fine.
Broken hearts, and shattered dreams,
burnt out lights and strangeled souls.
And all these words don't mean a thing,
because they know where you are.
You know its too late.
And all at once the world is watching
Don't mess this up kid,
Its your only shot.
Then its all over.
The meds take affect
The cut makes you drowsy
The ledge takes your balance
The gun shouts
The water suffocates
The noose does its job
The world holds its breath
As one more soul leaves it
And its all over.