45 magnum bullets aren't the solution to everything.
They only put an end to your self inflicted miseries.
So pick up your needles, and unwind your thread.
To sew up the holes that are left in my head.
The patchwork is great, though it's tattered and frayed.
And let's not forget to mention the bloodstains.
These days it seems I'm stretched too thin.
Stitched together by fragile threads that will break on a whim.