That silver lead bullet,
That silver lead pill
I lay down in bed,
My brains making me ill
The thoughts begin racing,
A buzz never ending,
Streaming, fast pacing,
There’s no way to mend me,
That thing, I could've done better,
That thing, I should've tried harder,
That thing, I didn't do well enough
Good enough
Good enough
I'll never do well enough
Good enough
Good enough
I'll never be good enough
The voices, they scream,
Screech, never stopping,
"Happiness is a dream, who are kidding
These people who 'love you',
Will damage your healing",
I cry, and I wail,
And I shout out for help,
But my screams, are dry tears,
Which I store on a shelf,
A shelf in my heart,
In the blackest, dead corner
With cobwebs and shadows,
And an icy cold mourner
But there it will stay
And stay there it shall,
Because sacrificing my joy,
To give others much more,
Is better than nothing,
For those I adore.