If she were to have his baby, he knew he didn’t know how to raise it
Always said he'd blow his brains out if she found out she was pregnant
He just couldn’t take it
And nothing could really save him
Banging his head against the wall
and wearing out the carpet from his pacin
What a f”d up situation after all that time of being patient
Now hes playin wit his guns and ran out of his medication
Nothing goin through his head but suicidal ideations
A mental overload and this time he just might not make it
Pistol to his temple ...sittin there sweatin and shakin
Contemplation what hes been through
wondering long hes supposed to take it
Forsaken from reality he cant remember when it started
Spent his life broken hearted,
now hes all alone and drunk in his apartment
Ready to depart from this world
cause hes cause in the whirlwind
...............and cant slow down
Nobody seems to realize the real pain..... behind the tears of a clown
And right about now feels like the right time to die
But he doesn’t wanna pass on the pain the the few hes gonna leave behind
With a mind fulla demons that even his own words cant describe
got raised in a world of hatred, with nothin to eat but a handful a lies
Deep inside he knows... that he really doesnt know what to do
So he ended it all with a single self inflicted gunshot wound...
the end
*note, no i am not suicidal, but everyone lets their mind drift at times to the dark side
Always said he'd blow his brains out if she found out she was pregnant
He just couldn’t take it
And nothing could really save him
Banging his head against the wall
and wearing out the carpet from his pacin
What a f”d up situation after all that time of being patient
Now hes playin wit his guns and ran out of his medication
Nothing goin through his head but suicidal ideations
A mental overload and this time he just might not make it
Pistol to his temple ...sittin there sweatin and shakin
Contemplation what hes been through
wondering long hes supposed to take it
Forsaken from reality he cant remember when it started
Spent his life broken hearted,
now hes all alone and drunk in his apartment
Ready to depart from this world
cause hes cause in the whirlwind
...............and cant slow down
Nobody seems to realize the real pain..... behind the tears of a clown
And right about now feels like the right time to die
But he doesn’t wanna pass on the pain the the few hes gonna leave behind
With a mind fulla demons that even his own words cant describe
got raised in a world of hatred, with nothin to eat but a handful a lies
Deep inside he knows... that he really doesnt know what to do
So he ended it all with a single self inflicted gunshot wound...
the end
*note, no i am not suicidal, but everyone lets their mind drift at times to the dark side
