The Bullet

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Thought I was reaching my final destination/
thought I'd finally found a sensible meaning/
to life but stupidly I cut it all up with the invisible knife/
use to use the best headphones I could find/
block the world out just to have the chance to be fine/
but no couldn't have one damn bit of happiness/
cut myself again because I still see myself crappy and worthless/
been tricked once thought I wouldn't be tricked again/
should've seen it coming/
I should've known how and when/
well that pretty sums up my life/
nobody in this world is tight/
another scar a day/
got it the same way/
even at a young age I don't wanna stay/
just wanted to know how it feels to be somebody for once/
was used for help now I'm just a bag of dust/
not one single damn would be given as I cry in the booth/
thinking shit what did I do/
 
It was only me that would come around/
to that happy place/
that no other fucker found/
but they trashed it/
threw it away and now these day are just shit/
that bullet aimed straight at me/
don't ask me one thing/
I won't answer cuz I'm coming for closure/
popping pills till' I'm dead/
I'll no longer be the main laughter/
so just go what else is there to say/
goodbye... it's my last day/

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