Tubbs
Bluelight Crew
It's really hitting me hard, every morning I wake up and wonder why. Why am I still here, I've watched friends die, much better people than i, much more deserving of life, but here I am. I think about death every day, no matter how hard I try.
Every good feeling is perverted into a dark despair, nothing feels worthwhile, and I remember years ago, a dirty alleyway, and I'm standing there with a man holding a gun to my head, deal gone wrong, and me begging him to end it, to pull the trigger, and the fear in his eyes. I wish he had ended it that day, I certainly deserved it.
And some days i think, maybe he did, and this is my hell. My punishment for the things I've done. I truly don't know anymore, I don't know what to believe. And I'm so God damn tired.
Every good feeling is perverted into a dark despair, nothing feels worthwhile, and I remember years ago, a dirty alleyway, and I'm standing there with a man holding a gun to my head, deal gone wrong, and me begging him to end it, to pull the trigger, and the fear in his eyes. I wish he had ended it that day, I certainly deserved it.
And some days i think, maybe he did, and this is my hell. My punishment for the things I've done. I truly don't know anymore, I don't know what to believe. And I'm so God damn tired.