drive off the road inhale in the smoke
jump off the dock with this rope around my throat
bleed the blood of a forceful cut
can these pills get me out of this rut

i can't see the future the haze in my way
the past is staring me in the face every day
i can't get past where i want to be
maybe this gun will help you see

unaware of my pain they sleep silently
while i plot my own death violently

the blood is running now
and i can feel the pain
my friend of so long
takes me now in vain

my death was worthless
as well as my life

the sink is filled with red
in a minute I'll be dead

my confessions blurt out
no one wants to listen
i think of things unaccomplished
i think of words left unwritten

my eyes begin to close
darkness.....

 
Copyright © ugly, All Rights Reserved