Trigger There is a gun on the side of my head Each breath the trigger Each step the finger pressing The bullets are the mistakes, the memories, the pain That I can never erase I can never die But each bullet shot Leaves me worse then being dead The coldness as the memories pierce and shake my head Leaves my heart and mind throbbing What is worse then dead Is to live in the truth Rather then blind alive But I'm not blind I can see the reason for why god hates me For each time I've crossed the line For each time I've hurt someone For each time I never cared For each time I've made someone cry A voice whispers then shouts The voice never raises But rather worse I can feel the pain of every time I've hurt someone I live in regret I stay afloat in the mistakes I've made I was blind then But being blind was a treasure then a curse Because I couldn't see the shackles and chains around me My waist, my hands, my feet And the fire surrounding me I've set a trigger worse then death Living and suffering in guilt and each person I've pained This world I live in was my choice For I've set the trigger To hell faster then I realized. |