Self Inflicted
I sit here staring at the wall thinking what have I done to myself?
Am I the only one who deals with it?
Am I the only one who thinks like this?
This constant tick in the back of my head, telling me that I'll never be more than this
It's growing louder blurring out my vision and I can no longer see
But when the time comes will I be the one to face all the wrong that I've done?
Or will I be a coward who's only option is down the barrel of a loaded gun?
I've run for the last time. All my failures are out of sight and out of mind
I want you to know that I've come to terms with who I am
I found a sense of relief in where I stand
I sit here staring at the wall thinking that someday, someday I will be a better man
I sit here staring at the wall knowing that someday, someday I will be a better man
But when the time comes will I be the one to face all the wrong that I've done?
Or will I be a coward who's only option is down the barrel of a loaded gun?
Is the oxygen fleeting from my brain or have I finally gone insane?
My thoughts are racing, I haven't slept in days
The only thing I think now is no one gives a shit until you're in the ground
Rotting in the ground
Rotting in the ground
The only thing I think now is no one gives a shit, until you're in the fucking ground
Am I the only one who deals with it?
Am I the only one who thinks like this?
This constant tick in the back of my head, telling me that I'll never be more than this
It's growing louder blurring out my vision and I can no longer see
But when the time comes will I be the one to face all the wrong that I've done?
Or will I be a coward who's only option is down the barrel of a loaded gun?
I've run for the last time. All my failures are out of sight and out of mind
I want you to know that I've come to terms with who I am
I found a sense of relief in where I stand
I sit here staring at the wall thinking that someday, someday I will be a better man
I sit here staring at the wall knowing that someday, someday I will be a better man
But when the time comes will I be the one to face all the wrong that I've done?
Or will I be a coward who's only option is down the barrel of a loaded gun?
Is the oxygen fleeting from my brain or have I finally gone insane?
My thoughts are racing, I haven't slept in days
The only thing I think now is no one gives a shit until you're in the ground
Rotting in the ground
Rotting in the ground
The only thing I think now is no one gives a shit, until you're in the fucking ground
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Writer(s): Joseph Thornburg
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