Oh how the Mighty Have Fallen, the voices whisper to me. They know I can not forgive myself, they know I can't be free.
How pathetic you've become, their souls continue to taunt. I explain to them this life I have is most certainly one I can't flaunt.
Come and join us brother, the lost spirits softly call. A bullet to my brain could most easily end it all.
We've saved a seat in Valhalla, my brothers softly chant. But I have a wife and children, leave this world I simply cant.
I see them in the mirror, hands placed upon my back. And the feeling that overwhelms me, leaves me with words to lack.
I gaze upon their faces as I walk down most any street. And the survivors guilt I have is simply one I can not beat.
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J