Nine Pound Sledgehammer
About as tactful, and just about as smart. Everywhere else I have to walk on eggshells.
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I've come to the conclusion...
...that everything is going to go to hell no matter how much I fight against it. It doesn't matter.
It never, ever, matters.
I'm tired.
It never, ever, matters.
I'm tired.
Jun 21, 2015
Not in danger, just venting my feelings.
.38 on the dresser
Whiskey in my hand
On my hand I slide on
A golden wedding band
You promised me forever
that you'd love me till I die
All along it turned out
that that was just a lie
Whiskey in my hand
On my hand I slide on
A golden wedding band
You promised me forever
that you'd love me till I die
All along it turned out
that that was just a lie
I never could be perfect
I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
I put it to my temple
Squeeze the trigger nice and slow
The hammer falls on empty
Cause I'm not ready yet to go
I light another cigarette
Lay my head back and I cry
While in my head flow memories
of a life that's passed me by.
Bridge
I get out of my bed again
Ease myself down on the floor
Crawl up onto my knees
And again I ask the Lord
For the strength to go another day
To go on living in this world
And to pray that someday soon
I'll get to see my little girl
I never could be perfect
I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
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I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
I put it to my temple
Squeeze the trigger nice and slow
The hammer falls on empty
Cause I'm not ready yet to go
I light another cigarette
Lay my head back and I cry
While in my head flow memories
of a life that's passed me by.
Bridge
I get out of my bed again
Ease myself down on the floor
Crawl up onto my knees
And again I ask the Lord
For the strength to go another day
To go on living in this world
And to pray that someday soon
I'll get to see my little girl
I never could be perfect
I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
This post is a copyrighted work, all rights reserved.
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