if I was ever in doubt
then it's gone now.
if I ever believed,
then I don't anymore.
since I thought you were
what you're really not,
now it's time to make
the final cut.
the pain stabs too hard
and it's hurtful
can't take it anymore,
and I swear that I tried,
there are no "if"s
won't be no "but"s
since it's time to make
the final cut.
don't hate me for giving up,
since I tried
for so long,
and I'm not very strong,
but I wished
and I dreamt
and I thought that I'll stand,
but it's time to admit,
it was all just a rot,
so it's time to make
the final cut.
so tonight
I will fall,
I may dig up my hole,
but I have to,
you see,
this pain
just cannot be,
whether I like it
or not,
time's for
the final cut.
I was the stupidest fool,
wanted to break all the rules,
to get to the highest tops
but now it's got to stop.
so goodbye
and goodnight,
I can't win at this fight
I can't fight at this fight
there's not even a "might",
and I know that even you
won't be much disappointed
when the fact that I'm leaving
towards you will be noted,
so what's the point?
what's the point?
I can't see it,
so why not,
have me finally making
this sad final cut