The Room Of Life

Life is like a room
A room with an open door
You can leave when you want
Just lie on the floor

Take the gun to your head
Look up at the lights
Pull the cold black trigger
Give up the fights

Congrats on your success
You left the room of life
And when you get to hell
Tell your friends you didn't use the knife

by Aron Stein

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I love this I feel as if this describes how I try to live my life. I just strive to be happy
- Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honourable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; - - - - Liked the lines.