The deed is done.
He made his will.
He wrote his note.
Now were's the pills

lifes just too hard.
Not worth living.
No more thoughts, worth giving.

He takes the drugs.
His heart is beating fast.
Then it slows down.
He's dead just like that.

He felt no love.
He felt no shame.
All he felt, was doing it pain.


Now he's gone.
He died alone.
All because no love was shone.

The deed is done.
He made his will.
He had wrote the note.
Empty bottle of pills.