Enough.

Got to depart this life.
Need to get away from my so called two faced friends and my cheating wife.
And get away from that back stabbing knife.
Got to break free.
To be a more peaceful me.
Into my next journey i must quickly flee.
In my shaking hand a loaded gun.
Into my eyes shine a hot blazing sun.
I just need to press that trigger and the job is done.
Around me birds do sing.
A peaceful feeling to my ears they bring.
I pull the trigger and now i am beside my heavenly king.