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I’ve got a gun in my hand, but the gun won’t cock

My finger’s on the trigger but the trigger seems locked

And I can’t stop staring at the tick tock clock

Even if I could I would never give up

With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung

I can’t believe I’m dying with song unsung

And if and when I die, won’t you bury my alone

Cause I’ll never get to heaven while I’m singing this song

"Point/Counterpoint" by Streetlight Manifesto

Not gonna lie, I’m in a real bad spot tonight. Kinda feel like my life is going no where and I’ll end up like my parents: broke, addicted, and never happy. I’m alone here right now. And it scares me. I’ve never felt so out of place in my own life. My room doesn’t feel like mine, my friends feel phony, I don’t know what I want to do anymore, I haven’t written a song in months, not even touched an instrument in so long, I’ve been going down hill. I’m drunk every weekend and last night I was in an “orgy” with people I really shouldn’t have been. I feel sick and I’m tearing up. I have class in the morning. My partner hasn’t contacted me in a week, again. I feel like throwing up. But I don’t want to waste the food in my stomach. I’m really lost. I’m really sorry.

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