In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
suicide note
nothing ever changes
unless it's for the worse
I once thought life was a blessing
now I see it as a curse
there is no one who can help me
there is no one I can call
I climb to the top of this building
to see how hard I fall
I am waiting round to die
like an old songwriter said
there's been too many times
I've wished that I were dead
and now is one of them
say your goodbyes now
I will soon be leaving you
but I don't know how
there is no use in living
when no one knows you're alive
when no one ever notices you
when you're struggling to survive
hand me that gun, I can shoot
like I've never shot before
I can shoot my own damn self
before you walk right out that door
nothing ever changes
nothing ever will
when it comes to torture
I believe I've had my fill
there is nothing left to say
nothing left to do
I am dedicating my self-handed death
to all the people like you
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