My life was a long path
dark trip into my own fears
I was angry
Afraid I can't follow my heart, my love [bad word] I had none to embrace, despair
The [bad word] closer for me
 [bad word] 
Oh Sweet pain my relief
From misery I flee
gun in my hand
Shall I go now
Take my life I won't do
I'll stand tall again
Carry on, carry on
I will live on

young boy is crying
My soul torn apart from the start
See my mother
She left me to die in the cold
No love, just pain fills my soul I'm alone
No hope, no reason to reach for the light
 [bad word] 
Oh Sweet pain my relief
From misery I flee
gun in my hand
Shall I go now
Take my life I won't do
I'll stand tall again
Carry on, carry on
I will live on