People say I did well in my life

But I feel I missed a major opportunity to prove that I'm something

Something more than nothing

To prove I deserve more than I've got

What can I do when I know what has to be done

But I have no desire to do it

Seventy two fucking years swept away in the waning autumn

People say I did well in my life but I still stare through myself

Through the hole in my head left there by a bullet

I pulled the trigger all by myself