I sit in the puddle of mediocrity

My heartless lies pound an bleed across my sides

I linger in the shadows of the forgotten my fears leaving all of this rotten

i crave the hunger of ambition an the fruits of pride

Yet my apathy turns my hands to flippancy

An i force myself to deride

I make petty lines flowing down into shallow signs

The creature of my fury rests inside my chest

shallow breathes leave me gasping for more

I put the gun in my mouth an wrap my finger round the trigger

I bite my tongue feelin like a fool

Waiting for a chance to make it right

Id rather just end this ******* fight

Watch me splatter my brain across the backseat

I hope to god it doesnt look neat

My finger was on the trigger but my bloods on your hands