Falling

One day you're here Another your gone Really a memory And voice of a song Was I even loved Was I worth a life Did I do good And did I do it right See sometimes my gun Is saying my name It's saying just squeeze And end all the pain I try to do good For those that I cherish But what does it matter If we're all gonna perish Go back to the dust Go back to the dirt Go back to a hole Inside of the earth Go back to a time When you wasn't worth A thought in a mind A seat in a church Listen This is not something Where I'm trying to break Down your heart and your spirit But if it's been on my mind And it's been living inside I'm thinking Somebody should hear it It's Gettting harder to live Harder to dream Harder believing in me That's because Soon as I'm thinking that it's gonna work People start jumping to leave Can you absorb What I'm conveying I'm saying It's getting much harder to breathe Why should i live When living is hard But leaving this life Could just be a breeze Jesus I need you right now I need you to listen Before I'm deciding to leave Revive me of all my doubts With word of your mouth it's gettin to late for me Living is hard And dying is easy I get it That's something I'm starting to see Please answer my prayer And give me the sign that I need where am I supposed to be Imagine me still No breath in my voice This time for good We don't have a choice Imagine the priest Says his good byes Says it's okay With tears in your eyes Casket in hand It's time to bury My body I wonder if I'll get a rose Will they forgive me for failing And just giving up Something I shouldn't of chose I shoulda tried I shoulda gave it my all But lately it got over bearing Laid up in bed Getting real deep in my head Thinking nobody was caring But see it's to late I gotta go in this hole And they gotta watch as I drop My souls in the air All I can do is just stair My mothers keeps crying out stop the obituary Is a little tearing I wonder what they Coulda wrote Could they of mentioned All of the good that I did Or did they write man what a joke Give kid something I know it's not much to leave I'm sure that I left hella broke Feel like a dick Left without saying a word I could of at least wrote a note I finally wake up What type of dream did I have Why did I dream that I'm gone Where is my head Thank god I'm still in my bed Everything coulda went wrong I praise a new day God knew that I had been calling dream came to stop me falling Way to often We try to hide When we start stalling Can you see what I been drawling