So here's a story about a boy who was covered in tattoos
He's lost inside of his own mind and has no options to choose
He tells himself that he'll be fine, but deep down nothing to lose
He loads his gun, I bet it's fun to stare down barrels off booze
It's one of those nights when my mind screams at me that this shit ain't right
My days cursed, my brain screams, missing that old company
These old wounds feel fresh, late at night
But these silver bullets, might, save my mind
Don't wanna feel this way, don't wanna act astray
The only way I see through it, now is that one long bullet
Looking down the barrel, pull the trigger, now I'm through it
Through it
Through all this shit
Through it
Through all this shit
He tells himself that shit is different, it's all the same
And I knew that she was evil when she made me this way
Yeah, I said that it gets easy, but it all went to waste