I got home last night drunk and could barely stand
wondering when my happiness left me
went to my room and blasted my favorite band
screaming to the top of my lungs will I ever be FREE
NO! Sit in the dark with my gun in my hand
debating on just counting to THREE
and pulling the trigger
it's pretty simple how do you figure
my issues only get bigger and BIGGER
not to mention more complex and they have plenty of VIGOR...
I felt helpless and alone no one was there to pick up the phone
I sat there alone with my mind blown
thinking about that gun or cutting myself down to the bone
and thinking of the words that would go on my tombstone...
that's pretty dark ain't it
but I feel like I'm never a good fit
look at my arm and slit
but I'll never pull that trigger I can't COMMIT
look back at every word I've writ
there's gotta be more for me if not I QUIT
©sebu13
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