Jun 03, 2005 12:23
clouding my mind with a pack of cigs a day doesnt seem to work
this feeling is eating me from the inside,no matter how much i cry,this bullshit is gonna continue to hurt
the blood from my arms are a reminder of a unforunate event that happened in my life,because i have a feeling im not gonna win back the one i want as my wife
now im wondering must i be so gullable?
how the hell do i know that im reliable?
these are the questions i ask myself to the father and to the mother
to give me strength
give me a light
show me the way
cause im close to the edge of choosing the blade to my wrist
or a bullet to my temple
as much as i want it,its never simple
god must be trying me,to see if i will give up
this bullshit keeps going at me like im trying to pop a pimple
my minds blank
my souls broken
my hands are shaking
my life continues to drain
this is one of the times where i wish it could rain...
-WSSK-