Placed a gun upon the palm of my hand.
I pulled the trigger, blood ran a river,
flowing down my fingers tips.
Vacant body, stirred up soul, still singing hollow words.
Not a *******, I'm just dying to understand the meaning of my existence?
Most people go through life
Searching for happiness.
But I believe they're misguided.
I sail through life questioning everything I don't understand and I don't understand me.