I'm a medically retired firefighter that is constantly fighting health issues, but find comfort in writing lyrics and poems. They either reflect my hope, hopelessness, wisdom, or emotion at the time that I wrote them.
It slices deep and long
just like a butcher to the Bone
when I realize what I've done
that's left me sitting here alone
Pleading God please won't you take away the pain and turn back time
To a time before the end began
Before I lost my mind
I wanna pass out from the pain
But my worry's all in vain
The damage has been done
Now it's just me and my gun
Alone
Now I'm just sitting on my bed
Waiting for anyone at all
to save me from my head
To prevent these horrid thoughts
Who will be the one
If anyone at all
To swoop down from the sky
To help me make this call
Should I live or should I die
Does anyone still care
Is there enough of this man left
To comfort someone else out there
Alone
It slices deep and long
just like a butcher to the Bone
when I realize what I've done
that's left me sitting here alone
Pleading God please won't you take away the pain and turn back time
To a time before the end began
Before I lost my mind
I wanna pass out from the pain
But my worry's all in vain
The damage has been done
Now it's just me and my gun
Alone
Now I'm just sitting on my bed
Waiting for anyone at all
to save me from my head
To prevent these horrid thoughts
Who will be the one
If anyone at all
To swoop down from the sky
To help me make this call
Should I live or should I die
Does anyone still care
Is there enough of this man left
To comfort someone else out there
Alone
It slices deep and long
just like a butcher to the Bone
when I realize what I've done
that's left me sitting here alone
Pleading God please won't you take away the pain and turn back time
To a time before the end began
Before I lost my mind
I wanna pass out from the pain
But my worry's all in vain
The damage has been done
Now it's just me and my gun
Alone
Now I'm just sitting on my bed
Waiting for anyone at all
to save me from my head
To prevent these horrid thoughts
Who will be the one
If anyone at all
To swoop down from the sky
To help me make this call
Should I live or should I die
Does anyone still care
Is there enough of this man left
To comfort someone else out there
Alone
I'm a medically retired firefighter that is constantly fighting health issues, but find comfort in writing lyrics and poems. They either reflect my hope, hopelessness, wisdom, or emotion at the time that I wrote them.
I do not preform anymore.
