Staring at the empty bottle Need another til I waddle Just enough to let me forget The day I had was complete **** I want to quit!
Trapped in four walls, hammered by orders and calls until I fall and then more
I still try be strong but when I hear all day 'you're wrong' It makes the day too long. I swear I just don't belong
I walk through the door of my home around the rooms, alone I roam
greeted always by no one left to myself to find something fun
What the **** am I doing? Pursuing a life I want but can't get? Misconstruing the signs I'm viewing?
I reach for another one looking at my gun, I wonder what a ton of fun it would be to not have to run, or see the sun. I'd be done! I have no son, or anyone!
Who would miss me? I'm down on my knees my only plea is to be free!
I may be in my prime but I don't have time to get up and climb out of bed another day. I'm sick of this **** Is it such a crime to make it quick one click, and I'm barely a hick in the world that kicks me when I'm down?
I dread the day ahead but if my mother read 'he's dead' oh the tears she would shed Seeing my home stained red.
So I lay in bed, eyes wide. I cried til my eyes dried No more pride, I tried and applied to hide my fears and tears from my peers But i have no bride I'm alone on this ride So I'll keep drinking my beers until the day is so unclear That I can sleep.