With all my "luck" it will probably go right through, come out the other side.
I'm alright, alright?
Take me to the ER, now it's just a battle scar.
This was my cry for help.
I pulled the last straw.
Now all I feel is guilt, and all I see are white walls (surrounding me)
They took the bullet from my frame, put it in a plastic bag.
Like hey, I'll just put it on my shelf you know, like a memorial, so I can be reminded everyday, of the mistakes I've made.
This was my cry for help.
I pulled the last straw.
Now all I feel is guilt, and all I see are white walls
I've been ripped apart by everyone, now I'm just a walking mess.
Found my daddy's pistol in the corner chest.
Satan is taunting me.
"You'll never be good enough.
Why don't you do it?
Why don't you do it?"
With all my "luck" it will probably go right through, come out the other side.
I'm alright, alright?
Take me to the ER, now it's just a battle scar.
This was my cry for help.
I pulled the last straw.
Now all I feel is guilt, and all I see are white walls.
Why don't you do it?
Why don't you do it?
Why don't you do it?
Why don't you do it?
x2
STOP.
YOU ARE READING
Lyrical expressions.
PoésiePhrases, sentences, & paragraphs with a chorus - sung to a beat of intensity with a few slightly awkward dance moves leading into a fade.