Is there hope-even a little bit?
I'm searching around and I can't find it
If I was well, and didn't live in hell,
Maybe I could come out of my shell
But that's not the case, I feel I'm always playing chase
Up and down and all around
Frequently knocked down to the ground
The end is near, this I fear
Please don't cry a single tear
For I will soon be with God in heaven
I've wanted that since I was eleven
You've seen me fall so many times
I can't even tell you all of my crimes
I love you so much but I've had enough
I know you'll probably take it rough
But try to smile and pray for my best,
Because I am finally getting out of this mess!