I live misery, I breathe pain, and I walk with death by my side.
There is no happy ending to this story of mine
Maybe a release from the shell that held a man
now scared and broken life left my eyes when I was damned
Crushing feeling of every step I take
is only half as painful of every breath I take.
Paper money escapes me so I buy it all in change
Betrayed and lied to from a very early age

friends I've been there for forgotten by them
when they need my help next time will I be there again
I get walked over treaded on everyday
I have no choice no options I just crawl towards my grave


Look in the mirror with knife at my chest
what's the point I say I got one year left at best
The way I drink, smoke, drive and the way live
There will be a day when someone generous will have bullets to give
I can imagine them burning and tearing through my flesh
Breaking through my bones holes in a my shirt a general mess
It's violent end to my pointless painful life
no talent, no love, no women, just a beat up care 45 cents and a knife.

I'm getting used to being lied to and not told
This game with people is getting old
I don't know why I keep coming back to the abuse
I try to give people the benefit of the doubt they refuse
I know which people will there when the chips fall
But I thought there were others who would answer the call
But I'm abandoned getting depressed and angry turning into a beast
In my story there is no happy ending, just a release

find a new circle of friends, babe

cool

Jesus is the happy ending....no person on this earth can satisfy or fulfill you.... No beer, nicotine, drugs, etc. can take anyway the pain...only Jesus can.

i know your pain brother. I thought it was the life stlye but after 26 years of sobriety i still get screwed, and misjudged

ehhh, I don't believe, because if I did, I would punch jesus in the ****