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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 |