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A glimpse of what could have been |
I'm staring down the barrel of a tunnel of glass Knowing with each hit that it could be my last But do I stop? Do I put it down and let go Do I walk away from the pain it causes me so Each time I pick it up is like russian roulette Another nail in my coffin which I tend to forget With that barrel in my mouth I pull the trigger with ease And with a flash of smoke there I go I'm weak in the knees Day after day I fail no matter how hard I try Some may even say I'mtrying to commit suicide But my weapon of choice isn't pills or a blade It's a little bag of powder which for my life I will trade No matter what I do it's just too hard to resist Cause without it I feel so empty like I just don't exist Every time I try to sleep I awake with a scream Not even sure anymore what is real or a dream It all blends together as day turns to night And I know in my heart that I'm not alright But what can I do cause I don't have a choice The drug has taken my mind my will and my voice I reach out for help but I find no one is there For I have run off anyone who has cared No matter how it hurts it's still something I crave Even though it's killing me I got one foot in the grave I close my eyes and scream why did I ever start As the shadows close around me with the last beat of my heart... With a jerk my eyes open and I'm myself again And I look across the table at my supposed friend It's more than drugs you're offering might as well be a gun Cuz I just saw a glimpse of what I could become So no thanks now leave I don't need a friend like you Cause life's enough of a gamble on it's own it's true |