Usually I waste the day,
Lying down and wasting away,
I day dream I’m something great,
Instead of a punk who’s sealed his fate,
I lay down in my bed and snore,
For awhile I forget my rotten core,
I lay up late at night and think,
This insomnia makes me take pen and ink,
Sit at my desk and think it through,
What is it that I want to do,
I’ve made a mistake that can’t be fixed,
Iv taken a turn that got me mixed,
In my emotions of sadness and hate,
I lie down in this depressing state,
I have the gun and I have one bullet,
I have the reason but I still cant pull it,
It gets harder as we go,
It will seem we are alone,
But there is a savior too,
Just remember your savior is you.