poop
i'm tired of living. i've herd the words. "when you wake up everything will is gonna be fine"
"you'll wake up in a better place and a better time" but i don't belive it anymore. i wish i could die for a cause, but this world is full of crap, there isn't a cause that i belive in enough to die for, except my friends, and i've lost all of them, jen is moving, tim is moving, and the friends i loved besides them have lost faith in me and don't love me anymore. the days seem like forever, and they are endless, same shit different day, in that endless place in the mall, the trigger seemes locked, pointed in the right place but i can't pull it, slow death, at the hands of drinking and smoking too much. i wish for a wife and a kid, and the things i've never had, the regrets fill my head, but i can't change a thing, i've had my chance but sometime i feel like i've tried my luck too many times, and the only thing between me and the endless sleep is time, but before then i hope something opens my eyes, and then the days won't seem like forever, and then i'll have something to look forward to. with a vest on my chest and a bullet in my lung, I can't belive i'm dying with my song unsung so if and when i die won't you bury me alone? because i'll never get to heaven if i'm singing this song.
"you'll wake up in a better place and a better time" but i don't belive it anymore. i wish i could die for a cause, but this world is full of crap, there isn't a cause that i belive in enough to die for, except my friends, and i've lost all of them, jen is moving, tim is moving, and the friends i loved besides them have lost faith in me and don't love me anymore. the days seem like forever, and they are endless, same shit different day, in that endless place in the mall, the trigger seemes locked, pointed in the right place but i can't pull it, slow death, at the hands of drinking and smoking too much. i wish for a wife and a kid, and the things i've never had, the regrets fill my head, but i can't change a thing, i've had my chance but sometime i feel like i've tried my luck too many times, and the only thing between me and the endless sleep is time, but before then i hope something opens my eyes, and then the days won't seem like forever, and then i'll have something to look forward to. with a vest on my chest and a bullet in my lung, I can't belive i'm dying with my song unsung so if and when i die won't you bury me alone? because i'll never get to heaven if i'm singing this song.