sitting here in this lonely room br with nothing above my head but gloom br saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders br it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder br with suicide not a contemplation br but a plotted out destination br will the after life be a permanent vacation br or will it be an eternal damned nation br is death nothing but you getting ready to return br is it sitting in heaven or going beneath the earth to burn br only those who have seen my fate have learned br i think im waiting for my eternal sleep br but i do believe in that man called death br because around every corner i here him creep br and when im alone i feel his every breath br i know he is a man because a woman couldnt be so cruel br so with this razor or with this gun i challenge him to a duel br i stare him down from head to floor br then i realize, ive seen this man before br pace for pace and place to place br i know this man because im stareing at myself in the mirror face to facebr br keith hendricksonbr br