Gunshot Lullabies

Looking for something that is real

I can’t remember how to feel

The moments pass before my eyes

Make it hard to say goodbye

Staring straight into the sun

Life pouring from my hands like dust

Empty heart and jet black lungs

What have I become?

Am I dead or am I alive?

I don’t feel at all

Like I did when I was young

I’m feeling dead inside

But I’m too afraid to die

And I despise

The world I see through blood shot eyes

I look up to the sky and fall asleep

To gunshot lullabies, lullabies

And though it seems I’ve sealed my fate

My life’s a canvas I will paint

An image of myself I hate

But can anyone relate?

In the midst of life and death

Living under this regret

If I give up will I find rest

Cause I haven’t found it yet

Am I dead or am I alive?

I don’t feel at all

Like I did when I was young

I’m feeling dead inside

But I’m too afraid to die

And I despise

The world I see through blood shot eyes

I look up to the sky and fall asleep

To gunshot lullabies, lullabies

I’d like to speak of love and all it’s glory

Instead I write it out in sadder stories

I try to fill the void with anything at all

But I can’t

I don’t feel at all

Like I did when I was young

I’m feeling dead inside

I don’t feel at all

Like I did when I was young

I’m feeling dead inside

But I’m too afraid to die

And I despise

The world I see through blood shot eyes

I look up to the sky and fall asleep

To gunshot lullabies, lullabies

To gunshot lullabies, lullabies