to water my sorrow
I'll shed these tears
to experience tomorrow
I'll battle the urge
to have something to fight
I'll battle the urge
to pretend things are right
I'll look in the mirror
to stare at myself
I'll look in the mirror
wishing I were somebody else
I'll pick up the rifle
see the bullets it sends
I'll pick up the rifle
the unhappiness ends
I'll search for my soul
but why do I care?
I'll search for my soul
was it even really there?