Why Go On

Why Go On

Nobody cares about me,
sad memories around me,
each breath a struggle
no strength to carry on
time to end it all.

They found me alone like my life.
They were sad like I was,
all of those days
If only they had lifted a finger to care
and bring me hope instead of despair.

Alone they found me on the floor
with my gun my only company.
Who's trigger and my lone finger
provided my destiny.

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