The wind blows
the shutters creak
I'm all alone
I'm growing weak
i close my eyes
Am i wasting time?
In this wretched house of mine
i find a gun
i hear it click
With just one round
i can show you a trick
The gun goes off
Am i to die
In this wretched house of mine
The story ends
Will another begin?
Was i to weak?
What of my friends?
Will my stories be told
Do memories last
Or am i a fool to even ask
But here i die
In this wretched house of mine