Medicine

I've got a gun to my head and the worst excuse behind the bullet

And I'm not sure that I can make any sense of this

I'm sick of feeling empty and trying to fill the void

I'm tired of not being good enough for myself

And as I choke on my last breath I find it hard to swallow this medicine that's in my head

And I keep losing hope that things will ever get better here or in the end

I'm trying to hold on but every day this rope becomes more frayed

Because this is starting to feel like more than I can take

And as I choke my last breath I find it hard to swallow this medicine that's in my head