Lock And Loaded

If I were to let go eventually

Would it be my dying days?

My fists are lock and loaded

Suffering in different ways

How will I survive tonight?

With these thoughts surfacing

Being grilled day in and day out

Soul has been lost and misplaced



If I were to hold a gun to my head

Would anyone give a shit?

Being locked and loaded

Deep and guttered in my life



If things get hectic and unbearable

I’ll seek comfort; and talk to you

At times I can’t stand next to you

Farewell and good-bye; if you knew

I don’t feel an ounce of preciousness

Nor do I care at this point and time

Always being ridiculed and destroyed

No way I can have my final climb



If I were to hold a gun to my head

Would anyone give a shit?

Being locked and loaded

Deep and guttered in my life



Trustworthiness and your handkerchief

Aren’t enough for me to not pull the trigger

As I sit here tonight, all by my lonesome

This is going to be my final night I figure

Crying and whimpering for some help

It’s horrendous; no one comes for my rescue

Playing with my final cards; it is a good-bye?

Knowing this is something I won’t get through



If I were to hold a gun to my head

Would anyone give a shit?

Being locked and loaded

Deep and guttered in my life