Choose love, choose tears, choose burning everything that you are near.
Choose hate, choose hypocrites who whisper in your ear. Choose faith, choose a loaded gun inside your pillowcase. Choose sex, choose something just for choosing something’s sake.
Well maybe you deserve better, cause the blues are forever. For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers; it keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live.
Choose friends, choose scum, choose to stick around for all the years to come. Choose wealth, choose all the awful things that you have done. Choose Death, regret everything you wish that you had said. Choose trust, choose clinging on just because you must.
Well maybe you deserve better, cause the blues are forever. For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers; it keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live.
Get yours, I got mine.
No second chances, don’t you act surprised.
This time, I’m bullet proof you won’t take me alive.
Well maybe you deserve better, cause the blues are forever. For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers; it keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live.
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
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