Judgement Day

I walk about my lonely day Feeling as though I'm wasting away If looks could kill I would be dead Just take me to the guillotine and cut off my head Don't ask me how and don't ask me why It doesn't matter because I'm numb inside But what have I done to deserve such punishment? Will you judge before hearing my testament? Does the truth matter to you at all? Or will you set the blade and let it fall? Just go, leave me here to die in peace As you go, just pull the release and…