I woke up early in the mornin, the crack of dawn
Wonderin where the fuck i am and what kinda shit i'm on
What went on, what kinda shit went down last night
I dunno what happened but i know shit went too fast right
I lost my mind there's a dead body right in front of me
Blood on my hands and shirt, the shit is really stumpin me
I'm grippin my hair my pace of breathing is speedin up
Someone knockin at the door like what i see is not enough
Now i'm reachin up to the sky askin why
Ballin my eyes thinkin all i can do is fuckin cry
I can't define waht i feel inside my visions blurried
I'm stressin and worried another friend in the cemetery
Mixed emotions stirring up all around
A relentless monster in me is all i've apparently found
My closest friend lie on the ground i hold a gun
A bullet shell where i woke up, what have i done?


The next thought that comes to mind is to get rid of it
Drive up late to a lake throw the body over the bridge
It's fucked up isn't it? What am i supposed to do?
I'm gettin closer to the Angel of Death my concience pulled in 2
I'm goin schizophrenic it's hard to manage with the guilt
I can't remember one thing from that night my life is standing still
It's all going downhill that was the shock before it goes
The guilt is building up and in my head storing in rows
Anger pooring with no thought of controlling it
His family asking where he is and who he's rolling with
I tell them he went away out of state to stay
That he won't be back his old life ages by a couple of days
Now smokin and drinkin with hope of releasing the guilt
Trying to start over with a brand new life to fulfill
But it's not workin not a fucking scrap to work with
I'm goin bezerk can't i just tell what i have that's hurtin?


Thoughts of suicide pain in misery thru my eyes
The truth's that i'm a killer only thoughts of you and i
The truth is what hurts, it all happened too fast to grab it
I pulled the trigger passed out woke up wonderin what happened
These thoughts casted on me reminincing, all the memories
My life flashes in front of my eyes while i'm drinkin hennesey
The Lord is sendin me to hell now i already know it
A 9 millimeter in my hand with thoughts of blowin it
How do i cope now? All of my hope's down
All i gotta do is pull the trigger bullets get blown out
No doubt of an eternity of torturing
Bein burnt to death a life of hell forwarding
But i'm a sinner i know i'm nothin perfect
Crazed off the refer is this life even worth it
My life can't get any worse but the guilt will tho
Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger face in my pillow
With a note in my hand sayin i'm sorry
Askin the Lord to please forgive me, end of the story

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