The darkness keeps closing over
This hell that I'm living in
It seems like everyone's against me
My life is living in sin
The knives seem shiny to me
The gun is what I have
The rope that I can hang from
Is too lengthy and touches the ground
The pills I swallow one by one
Seem to not want to go down
The knife that I press to my skin
Is blunt and won't go through
The gun I have is perfect
The bullets, it won't even take a few
I put the gun to my head and slowly pull the trigger
The hammer snaps back I hear nothing
I open my eyes and look
I realize what my fate is and the choices that I took
Every choice I've tried to do God will not let me make
I open the gun and take out the bullets and hold them in my palm
Each bullet's, now I notice, expiration date is gone
I put the gun away, the knife, the rope, and pills too
If God wants me to live today then maybe tomorrow
