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I wake up with what feels like an Elephant sitting on
my chest
The pain is relentless I haven’t had any rest
I stand at the Toilet my Heart is racing and my stream
wont flow
My life has hit the skids
It is at an all time low
Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe
Sitting at the Kitchen table the Coffee is percolating
I am running late
Am I keeping the World waiting?
But whether I am on time or not the Earth will still revolve
I have this problem that I don’t think I can solve
Has the Earth got an edge cause I want to jump off it
Cause it has reached the stage where I really don’t give
a shit
Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe
My Lungs are burning
Smoke and haze choke my airways
I cant breathe
Am I dying?
I cant breathe
Fuck it I am tired of trying
I sit on the Bus all the other passengers are talking
But I am silent
Am I a dead man walking?
Am I invisible?
Have I ever existed?
I am that present that is always re gifted
My ego has taken a hit
My self esteem is in the shit
Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe
I am in plain sight
Or am I just smoke and mirrors
Is this life worth the fight?
Or I could just end it with a pair of one armed Scissors
I have a pain inside that just want quit
I am tired of taking a hit after hit after hit
Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe
Is there life after death?
Maybe I am about to find out
Will I go quietly or with a shout?
Who will greet me?
The good Angel or the bad Angel from Hell
I can hear the sound of my final mournful Bell
My solution came in the shape of a Bullet from a Gun
Maybe now that I am dead I can finally have some fun
You can stop squeezing
Cause I have stopped breathing
So I have finally died
Now I just float around in space
Is that a smile or a frown on my face?
Some will say that I died too early
Some will say that I died too late
I couldn’t care less what people think
People are a bunch of Arseholes
At least I was the Captain of my own fate
People will come to my Funeral just to make sure that
I am gone
I lay in my Casket
I cant hear my Funeral song
As the mourners leave the Church crying or smiling
The Motherfuckers are all the same
As they get outside into the Sunshine
They have already forgotten my name
I am no longer breathing
Thank fuck for that.
THE END
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