11/3/25 2:08 am matthew p haubert

 1. The last night

The clock keeps ticking, I’ve lost the fight,
I’m closing my eyes for the last time tonight.
No one will notice, no one will care,
The world will go on, and I won’t be there.

The last night, the last breath,
A quiet surrender into death.
The last night, the last sound,
I will disapeared with no forget.

I’ve written the notes, I’ve locked the door,
I can’t keep living anymore.
This pain has owned me far too long,
And now I’ll fade, and just be gone.

The last night, the last breath,
A quiet surrender into death.
The last night, the last sound,
I will disappear without being found.

2.Silent Rooms

Walls don’t answer when I scream,
Echoes vanish, voices weak.
Every corner hides my shame,
My name lost to the lonliness.

Silent rooms,
Where I decay.
Silent rooms,
Keep me insane.
I scream, no one comes inside,
I’m a ghost that’s still alive.

Curtains drawn, the world won’t see,
The weight of what’s tourmenting me
I whisper secrets to the dark voices,
Years on repeate I talk and remark.
 Silent rooms,
Where I decay.
Silent rooms,
Where I will hang one day

3.So depressed

Verse 1
So depressed every day,
Wish the pain would go away.
So sad all the time,
Ruminating every night.

So depressed every day,
Living the same old ways.
So sad all the time,
No smiles in my life.

Chorus
Alone I cry, no one hears,
My voice has become a rasp of sorrow, no one cares.
I’ve screamed for help, never anyone near—
So alone, aloud all the time, in abundance of fear.

Verse 2
The same hours, late at night,
Empty bed, no love in sight.
Cycling every day,
Manic, depressed, in pain.

So depressed every day,
Waiting for hope—never a change.
Another day, another night,
Depressed, sad, contemplating suicide.

4. Stranger in the mirrior

I see a stranger in the glass,
Eyes hollow, time has past.
Every line carved deep in skin,
Tells the story of a addicts sins.

Shadows in the mirror,
Pulling me inside.
Every night I dream of lost years,
Now nowhere left to hide and dream.
I try to fight, I try to stand, I try to not regret everything I am
But the mask of damage shadows who I once was, who I am.

I wear pain the world doesnt recognize me,
Pretend that I look as they would imagine me.
But inside I’m rotting, piece by piece,
Dreaming, Decaying, gross and grotesque

Shadows in the mirror,
Pulling me inside.
No more dreams, ambition or fantasy.

I give up, on everything in my life.

I fucking hate this shell of a man I became to be.

Cock the trigger, im pulling, im done.