Do you feel alone now?
With no place to run,
Like someone’s victimized you,
With a loaded gun.
There’s just no talking about it,
With no haunted words.
It’s just deeds of human doing,
Follows you like a curse.
And all of those needy people,
Creeping in and out of your life,
They don’t justify you,
Or redeem your sacrifice.
And you will abuse you,
With the drugs and alcohol,
And the gun is cocked and ready,
But your not ready for that call.
The life you’ve spent walking,
On that crazy razor’s edge thing,
Afraid of doing right and wrong now,
And why this life don’t seem to sing.
So carry on my troubled friend,
Don’t think about life’s loaded guns,
Don’t be afraid of helpless feelings,
Only fear, having none.
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