Pine Box

Terrified of what I've become
Sometimes I hate everything I've done
Don't know what to do with myself today
What if I put a bullet in my brain
One door opens the other door closed
Got no reason to smell the rose
Everything inside of me wants to leave
Cuz everybody's got a trick up their sleeve

No sense in trying to get back in
Those old pearly gates are locked from within
You wake up in the morning you roll your stone
You roll it up a Mountain and then go home
Everything you did the day before
Come crashing down to even the score
So many things makes me want to cry
When is this old Indian's time to die
Make nine just a Pine box

It's a question of balance it's a question of strength
It's a question of the rich folks against the ranks
What ya gonna do to make yourself proud
What ya gonna do in front of the crowd
Do you have a plan do you have some goals
Do you think the road life's worth the tolls
When it comes time to finally rest
I hope and pray that I've past the test



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Mancuso
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