I’ve got Jim Beam running
Through my head
Yes I’m alive
I’d be better off dead
I’ve got suicidal tendencies
They’re pulsing through my veins
I’m alive
But I want to blow my brains
I’ve got whiskey in my hand
I’ve got pills by my side
I’m still on board
But I want to stop the ride
That’s how I’m feeling
It’s not a pretty place to be
Keep the children away
It’s nothing they should see
The lowest of the low
The blackest of the black
Should I pull the trigger
And never come back?
Of course I’d never do this
It’s the easy way out
That isn’t my style
It’s not what I’m about
I’ll drink myself silly
I’ll cry from time to time
Instead of pulling triggers
From the bottom I will climb
Give me a few months
Let me find my feet
We’ll give it some years
Before my maker I do meet
That’s how I’m feeling
I’ll get there in the end
They’ll be some painful moments
Like I’m going round the bend
But with my friends and family
Giving support when I need
I’ll escape the dark shadows
And no longer will they feed
Upon my crumbling heart
My soul that’s left in tatters
I’ll pick up all the pieces
I’ll regain what really matters.
