The End of My Days

Caught in a shitstorm and I'm all out of paper Don't know what you think, but I know you aren't my savior Better off dead, sure that's better than this hole I'll meet you on the other side Or when you've sold your soul Here it's all frozen so I'm freezing this over Don't call me back unless emotional sober Won't waste a dime more So I'm selling you short Take this as final, this is my last report I keep on sailing the seven seas I tell to myself everything must cease I can’t imagine, how to get you, out of my ways I might be stuck here ’till the end of my days.