Everyone wondering what makes me tick?
The thoughts in my head will make you sick. Always fighting for a better day. So many years I spent crying alone, hoping someone would pick up the phone, or this whiskey would finally set me free. Free from a life I didn’t choose, hoping I can drown in booze and finally sleep peacefully in the earth. My whole life I always felt different, out of control but still insignificant it’s been this way since birth. I dreamed of a day when the shovels pierced the ground, they stay up as I go down and finally achieve some much-needed rest.
This life hasn’t always been bad just the internal war that I’ve always had it’s an intoxicating feeling that can’t be shook.
So what do you do when you feel God’s turned his back on you? You challenge the very concept of faith. You tip back the bottle and clench your fists to challenge the bar cause it’s worth the risk, kill or be killed with no regrets. An overwhelming peace fills the space and you’re violently kicked in the face. You can’t help but smile and feel alive. As you rise up off the floor you swear to yourself you got one more, and give them motherfuckers everything you got.
The world turned its back on you and the constant hell it put you through, something has got to give. You find yourself at the end of a rope getting ready to dance the jig of death begging for forgiveness one more breath, give me one more chance I’ll make it right.
The sun came up and shined on your face, tomorrow was here at last. But this tomorrow was different from those before. Could it be that your one more was another shot at life? You put down your sword, grab the pen, and swear that monster won’t surface again cause motherfucker it’s your time to shine. Living in rock bottom’s basement made you realize you gotta face it, these demons ain’t as strong as you. Since you decided to fight everything feels so right, you finally are able to rest your aching head. The future seems a little bit brighter, you found someone that holds you tighter than ever you have felt before. You’ve opened your hands and released the rage, no longer confined to a cage.
Every day gets a little better. Tomorrow’s unwritten it’s yours if you want it, the pain and horror you can’t run from it, embrace like an old friend.
You only get one chance so give it your all. I’ll be here to catch you when you fall, I don’t need a halo.
So here’s to me and cheers to you we’ll celebrate the whole night through, motherfucker it’s time to fight.
