I look down the barrel of a .45
I do not know if i am dead or alive
My life is so void and cold
it leaves me feeling so bitter and old
This dose not feel like living
nor dose it feel like death
This is Misery and depression
it leaves me feeling so lifeless
The gunman is pulling the trigger
but i do not welcome death
i fight to stay alive
until my very last breath
The voices tell me to just give up
my heart tell me to keep fighting
and i feel as if though I'm drowning
and Reaching out to find you.
