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.

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

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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