It comes down to this
Can it be the end
I've had seven years
Trying to pretend
It's not getting better
In fact its getting worse
Can I finally put into action
All that I've rehearsed
They keep promising
It'll all be ok
That hope shines out
For a much brighter day
But I keep finding
That all along they lied
The devils kept after me
No matter how hard I tried
And there is no
New tomorrow
There is just another today
With a bit more sorrow
So what is the point really
Of any more of this life
It's nothing but cruel
Wasted strife