I'm sitting here, alone and depressed, got this nine in my hand, trying to compress, all these thoughts inside my head, its making me a mess, sick and tired of being so stressed, while everyones thinking I'm so blessed, their blind to whats got me in a bind, been tring to find away to unwine but cant even find the time to dine my own wife. My life is such a wreck. Im about to take that last ticket west.


I'm standing here, drunk and depressed, got this nine to my head, I'm ready to confess, all my sins and misdeeds, lay them to rest. Then paint the wall with my brains, leave it a mess. I must confess, I've got no reason for the way that i am, couldn't explain it in away to make you understand. I've been misunderstood since the day I began, but no more, its gonna all end when I leap off that ledge and take that fall, leaving it all behind. I'm gone. 

I'm lying...