This is it
This is what we get 
The end of us
Time to exit the bus
I got my story
I got my soul
I want to give you yours
But your heart is a hole
A hole nothing can fill
I shovel in feelings, creating a trill
Words of thanks, praise too
Nothing I do can make you revert from the blue
You’re stuck in sadness and so am I
This is it
The day you die