Without My Permission

Seems like it's only getting worse
the radiant smile has faded out
the sparkle in the eyes has gone away
and security has been replaced with doubt

I'm not happy with this anymore
love is merely a speck of dust
on the mantle where depression burns quiet
because continuing life is a must

for no other alternative to consider
not having enough guts to stop my brain
by putting a bullet through it quick
to put an end to all this pain

I think we should have a choice
on the matter of being born
if I had the offer before conception
the ticket would be in pieces, torn

So now I guess I'm just waiting
along for the ride and wishin'
the train would stop so I could get off
because I was put on it without my permission.