When is the world going to rumble and go POW?
I'm over this life, I'm through with it now.
After all of it, this is my final vow,
I am now ready to take my final bow.
I don't care what you say, I am ready for the knife,
I am telling you now, I am over this life.
There is no reason for me to live on,
Everyone would live better if I were just gone.
I really don't care if i was dead,
It would be better than living the life that I dread.
I've been living the way that I was raised,
Which I have learned, is not all the craze.
And so these are my final words,
Then I will be off like a flock of free birds,
This was written for you my boo-baby baby-boo,
I hope this poem makes you think of me, in everything you do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem