The End of an Alocholic



Listen closely mom, your skin is blue and your life is all but through.
Don’t stress or blame others for you have chosen your own fate.
Your pain hurts far too much not to be true.

The Devil has you tight, with no chance to start over new,
You’ve driven by the fork in the road and went straight.
Listen closely mom, your skin is blue and your life is all but through.

You hollar in pain and every second your skin turns a deeper shade of blue.
But you insisted on being a renegade and decided to prove me wrong.
Your pain hurts too much not to be true.

Release all of your and rid yourself of all your hate,
I hear you inhale deeply as the Lord sings his sad song.
Listen closely mom, your skin is blue and your life is all but through.

Nobody could step in your pants or take a step in your shoe,
Everything that lives must die, therefore I will join you before long.
Your pain hurts too much not to be true.

The paramedics rush in just a second too late,
You were your own worst enemy; you couldn’t escape your own fate.
Listen closely mom, your skin is blue and your life is now through,
You and your pain have left, and now my pain is too real to be true.