| I’m so far from everything I love
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| And I’m guilty for all I’ve done
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| Am I cancer like a fucking disease
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| I’ve become everything I never thought I’d be
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| I’ve been wasted, burned all my dreams
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| Now these ashes are all I see
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| From the bottle and the gasoline
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| It’s too late I’m addicted to this misery
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| You know
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| Take away this loaded gun
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| Forgive me for the wrong I’ve done
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| Tell my mother that I’m sorry
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| I don’t want to live this way
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| I don’t want to dig my grave
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| In the end will I be forgiven
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| When I’m gone
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| I’m helpless, a stranger inside
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| I feel reckless but I ain’t ready to die
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| These voices screaming in my head
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| Keep telling me that I should be dead
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| My sorrows they come on done
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| And tomorrow it may never come
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| I’ve gotta fix this, I need a remedy
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| Before it’s over, before it’s too late for me
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| Take away this loaded gun
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| Forgive me for the wrong I’ve done
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| Tell my mother that I’m sorry
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| I don’t want to live this way
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| I don’t want to dig my grave
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| In the end will I be forgiven
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| When I’m gone
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| I’ve gotta fix this
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| I need a remedy
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| Before it’s over
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| Before it’s too late for me
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| Take away this loaded gun
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| Forgive me for the wrong I’ve done
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| Tell my mother that I’m sorry
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| I can’t live this way
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| I don’t want to dig my grave
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| In the end will I be forgiven
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| When I’m gone
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| When I’m gone
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| When I’m gone |