Just paint a target on my head
I'm gonna be left for the dead
Either way my body feels like lead
I'll just stand here, my life hanging by a thread
Nothing has ever been clear
It used to be a fear
But now it's the only one near
No one appears to be sincere, or even shed a tear
I'm just going to disappear
Like a ghost
Who haunts only around lamp posts
To try and keep warm, I want to roast
Maybe the innermost overdose is almost ready to boast?
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