The say if you love what you do you never work a day in your life
Then I'll never work, that's alright
I just keep writing these poems and songs to make my money
And go home early to my honey
Wait what an I talking about I'm alone
I don't have anyone waiting for me at home
It's just me and my thoughts
Of death and depression and I'll the time that I've fought
Good and evil, there is no sides
Just these dark dark thoughts I had to hide
Should I speak or be quiet, I couldn't decide
Because it's too dark inside my mind
You can't take it i barley can
And now it's forcing my hand
I'm loading the gun and pulling the trigger
Now I'm lieing dead next to this empty bottle of liquor
