No Good

Tell me It must be nice Finding a purpose where living is worth it. I don’t care if you leave Now there’s no line between Jekyll and Hyde; animosity takes over And hate fills my insides Towards my own life Tell me How does it feel? I’m in a state Where being okay would feel surreal. Is there even any good left in me? Not a damn thing. I’ve got nothing to offer To you or anybody I’ll just let you down. No good My mind’s a loaded gun Some night I wish it would meet one. I am A broken man But to others I’m just another Reluctant back up plan. What a Life to live. Writing it down feels like The second best way out. I deserve nothing and I expect far less There’s an absence in the cage Beneath my chest When will there be nothing left? No good My mind’s a loaded gun Some night I wish it would meet one.