im dead on the inside as for the out
there is nothing you can do but scream and shout
why is it pain that filters thru
why cant i seek my sweet revenge
is it my time to die or just live a lie
can i just end it with an easy bullet
or deal with your stuid bullshit
why cant i run far
why is life so hard
should i deal with it
or jsut fucking end it
will my dreams become my goal
or will they just fand into imagination
can we seee who we really are
or just think we do
whill life be as we expected
or taken by a sinners bullet
why do we cry for help
if we wot listen when we have it
WHAT THE FUCK DO HAVE LEFT!
WHAT MORE CAN WE TAKE BEFORE WE SNAP!
IN A SIGN OF RAGE I KILL!
BUT NO ONE CARES !
THEY ARE JUST GLAD IT WASNT THEM!
but to me everyone is hated
and one day some one will take my bullet i owe them
a life of hell
a life of dispare
but hey what do you care
it cant be one now can it
but you will know when you see me
and last words you willl hear
"are you ready to meet your maker"
and slowly rise the gun
with fire in the eye
i will watch you die
choking
gasping
but all you hear is laughing
then as your site starts to fade
iwalk away.
