to whom it may concern
i'm sorry for this letter
i present to you tonight
because i've tried things differently
but it turns out the same for me
getting up by five and out of work at nine
and all this social deprevation left me empty
and hollow inside, the shell i had was once filled with hope
taken over by a work ethic and schedule for sleep
that all my dreams are slipping far from a string i hold
in all my life
i've tried to be the one who never forgot what was home
and now my life
consists of being too far gone to go back to that home
or will i?
i've seen better days, i've lived a better life than the life that i've lived now,
before my response to responsibility was staying in the music scene
and giving up my dreams just to make all ends meet
my feelings subside, with the bills stacked so high
that i couldn't afford to go down that road that was filled with laughter and dreams
adult responsibilities that forces me to stay in this financial stability
but now i have the money just no meaning
to live in this life
i haven't seen the friends i have in weeks
and the music that i put all of my blood and sweat into
its the time to do it all again i seek
in all my life
i've tried to be the one who never forgot what was home
and now my life
consists of being too far gone to go back to that home
or will i?
my days are close to numbered
so count on me to end this all before it ends me first
and i'll be counting seconds
before my untimely demise gets any worse
as you read this letter
please don't think any worse of me
because i'd rather be ...
here with you
in all my life
i've tried to be the one who never forgot what was home
and now my life
consists of being too far gone to go back to that home
before i go
i'd like to say all the cliche things that you'd want to know
and on that note
i'll end this by signing off the way i always do.
peace and love,
- me