This is itnnI'm at the end of my ropennMy soul, so coldnnIt seems I'm already deadnnnnMy hate for life around my throatnnThis is my chance to say I'm sorrynnnnDecomposing while I'm breathingnnIs my heart beating?nnWill this be the day I decide to end it all?nnNo morennI can't go onnnThe vultures now circlingnnWill this be the day I end it all?nnEnd it allnnnnMy hate for life around my necknnI want to live but I've forgotten hownnMy God, is it too late?nnThis is my chance to say I love younnAt the end of my ropennnnDecomposing while I'm breathingnnIs my heart beating?nnWill this be the day I decide to end it all?nnNo morennI can't go onnnThe vultures now circlingnnWill this be the day I end it all?nnEnd it all