End Game

    My heart it aches, my mind it breaks.  All this pain inside, nothing left to gain.  I'm a dying breed, I need to watch me bleed.  I roll the dice, now is time to slice (my flesh).  I cry as I slowly die, not 'cuz the peeling of my flesh, it's a feeling deep inside of me.

  For you went away from me, on that day.  All I could do was choke, now I'm left all broke.  Now all that's left, is to do the dirty deed, and make myself bleed.  This is no pretend, it's my end.