The End

I count each second waiting for my life to unfold And I can't help but to grow another year old My message of Death that I send (Is often intercepted) As a young girl's life is at its end I wish not to control Death, or whom it takes But it's a deadly game, and I hold the stakes Death chooses as he may (His victims) But I helped him 18 months to the day Yes, I have many of such regret Yet, I have only one pay to debt My heart, each night, starts to ache As my soul in Hell starts to bake On the battlefield of Good and Evil I won the battle victoriously, with decieval My soul, I cannot heal I played my cards, there is no deal I had my chance to make life right I have no chance left to see the light My life and it’s lend And the one chance I was given Is now at its end