歌词
I should've been dead
The truth spills from the hole inside your head
Not knowing what you'd find would leave me distant
It always starts the same
A turning point to make things worse
Knowing that im to blame
For every mistake
I have ever made
Every time you ask
The answers still the same
I have nothing left to live for
It always starts the same...
My hands wrap around this cold steel
I write my name on this .45
And press it to my head
I hope you find what youre looking for
Desperate to find
Desperate to free my mind
Desperate to see the truth
And knowing what youll find
Holding words upon your tongue
Before you cut them out
Desperate to make a fool
Of all that weve become
Maybe the truth is hard to swallow
Than lies and blood
Maybe death will be easier to accept