I've got the gun All I need is ten cents for the bullet I feel helpless Sleeping at best From a lesser known i'm here
Take what you will and leave Could you kill me If the world was on fire And nothing was left But hope or desire And take all that I could bring forth Is this hell? Or am I on the floor over-desperate? Hold hands streaming of blood again? And take full weight of me gaurd my dreams, figure this out It's me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell. Will you stay strong as you promised? Cause i'm stranded and bare. Meanness is washed up in all that I am is God. Take this and all, Then grace takes me to a place Of the father you never had Ripping and breaking and tearing apart This is not heaven This is my hell