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Rated: 18+ · Lyrics · Biographical · #1079625
Is this his legacy?
He sits alone at night
With a .45 against his head
He doesn't want to face the world
But too scared to pull the trigger
He's pushed everyone away from him
Now he's alone in this wicked world
He doesn't know when he lost control
Or if he can even live alone

Is this how he's going to die
What will be his legacy
Will he even be remembered
Or will he be forgotten
Can he go on pretending
What is this life going to bring
Will he ever heal inside
Or will he be forgotten

He wakes up every morning
Just to hide behind a fucking wall
Now he wonders why he feels this way
As he sits behind his wall of hate

Is this how he's going to die
What will be his legacy
Will he even be remembered
Or will he be forgotten
Can he go on pretending
What is this life going to bring
Will he ever heal inside
Or will he be forgotten

He wipes the tears from his eyes
As he blends into the background
It's too late to hear his voice
Now he knows he's been forgotten
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