Problems seem to just get bigger
Failing friends, and failing grades.
So you resign to pull the trigger
Or resort to your razor blades.
You see far ahead no guiding light
Instead the darkness stays the same.
All these years, a life long fight
Now seems nothing more then a game.
Giving up you've reached your end
Looking down you see the chains.
Wheres your family, your friends?
At your feet sit shackles of pain.
All along deep down you always knew
That with chains & shackles you were bound.
Truly there was never anything you could do
With these you were tied to the ground.
Fated to never reach the shining top
And destined to always fall apart.
So with razor blades you decide to stop
With your trigger you take aim at your heart.
And with that you pull your fated trigger
Or slide your seemingly destined razor blades.
No more problems to get even bigger
No more failing friends, or failing grades.