It Won't Be Long
It won't be long until the end.
I cannot take the rage boiling over I am spent.
It won't be long I can feel it now.
I've got my plan and feel no doubt.
I'm at my limits,
I'm broken down.
Soon I'll be free and in the ground.
I know I'm worthless a low down bum.
It won't be long now soon it's done.
I offer nothing.
I mean even less.
Accomplishing this is all I'll ever do and impress.
It won't be long just wanted to say.
Don't know how I'll make it through my remaining days.
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