one of the first songs i wrote, from a different time |
He always said he was alone, Although he knew that it wasn’t true, tribulation was by his side, hand in hand, At, all, times The world was a blur to him, The people unimportant, they did not love him No one was there, to hear his cries, of pain The windows blacked out, his soul in despair, He had nothing to live for, nobody would care If he pulled on this trigger and died in the night, The struggle would end, he’d give up the fight the fight an emptiness filled him, overflowed in his mind, a desolate feeling, he’d walked through life blind, a shadow of who he had pretended to be, to the happy smiling faces that had abandoned him, he, could not keep on living this small hollow life, with nothing left in him, no will to survive. Survive, Survive No will to survive. The windows blacked out, his soul in despair, He had nothing to live for, nobody would care If he pulled on this trigger and died in the night, The struggle would end, he’d give up the fight the fight The windows blacked out, his soul in despair, He had nothing to live for, nobody would care he pulled on the trigger and died in the night, The struggle would end, he gave up the fight the fight |