Seeking Acceptance |
If I were to let go eventually Would it be my dying days? My fists are lock and loaded Suffering in different ways How will I survive tonight? With these thoughts surfacing Being grilled day in and day out Soul has been lost and misplaced If I were to hold a gun to my head Would anyone give a shit? Being locked and loaded Deep and guttered in my life If things get hectic and unbearable I’ll seek comfort; and talk to you At times I can’t stand next to you Farewell and good-bye; if you knew I don’t feel an ounce of preciousness Nor do I care at this point and time Always being ridiculed and destroyed No way I can have my final climb If I were to hold a gun to my head Would anyone give a shit? Being locked and loaded Deep and guttered in my life Trustworthiness and your handkerchief Aren’t enough for me to not pull the trigger As I sit here tonight, all by my lonesome This is going to be my final night I figure Crying and whimpering for some help It’s horrendous; no one comes for my rescue Playing with my final cards; it is a good-bye? Knowing this is something I won’t get through If I were to hold a gun to my head Would anyone give a shit? Being locked and loaded Deep and guttered in my life |