Treasured Things

How many beers do I have to drink
Before I'm too drunk to even think
About the blades laid by my bedside?
Hopefully I pass out 'fore I use them tonight
And what the fuck am I supposed to do when
The alcohol won't stop the loneliness
Even in a room full of friends?
That's how you know that I'm a mess

I wish that all of my friends
And family were dead
So that they would not cry when
I'm found with a bullet in my head

I've been lying for a while
But no one can see past this smile
To gaze at the scars underneath
This mask that I wear from week to week
And as the minutes turn to hours
That the day then devours
The face of a clock seems more like a film
Repeating again God's ill will

I wish that all of my friends
And family were dead
So that they would not cry when
I'm found with a bullet in my head
I've got so many things worth fighting for
But I just can't do it anymore
Without someone putting me
On their list of treasured things
(List of treasured things!)



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