My Last Call by Travis Teeter
When love goes away, and you're left feeling empty,
Things are never the same as they used to be,
Forever changed, you change, and you feel dead inside.
Its cold, its dark, it won't get better..and you can't hide.
Your favorite things become boring as you wear them out,
Family is a distant sidenote, God leaves you with doubt.
You can't cry, because you'd rather not try to explain,
The emptiness gets filled, but all you're really left with is the pain.
Substance abuse, a temporary release at best..
Leads to your own destruction, Putting your body to the test..
Will I die with just one more? Will I be lucky to end in a moving car?
How many lives will I take with me? How did I stray so far?
Perfect submission to my own demise..Its what I want,
Slow, Subtle, and Inevitable. No cries for help, No taunt..
Just to fall into that deep black, letting go of it all..
As if there were something to hold onto? This'll be my last call..
