What am i, Insane?
Thinking a bullet to my brain would solve this pain.
Crazy, thinking more pain would make me feel better.
Using a razor to cut right down the center.
Leaving me with scars to bear.
But then again, i never really did care.
Im desperately trying to carry on.
But im being shot by every type of weapon.
Im bleeding out.
No breath in my lungs to shout.
I stare to my side as im about to retire.
And there i see you, bleeding, caught in my crossfire.
I never meant to take you down with me.
Sadly, that is reality.
I failed to see, that shooting myself down.
Would also make you drown.
