What qualities do I lack?
My hands tied behind my back
with a gun pointed at my head
That’s the way I feel,
Know, I do, It couldn’t be real
But it feels like I loaded it myself
and pointed it at my head
An ending chosen randomly off the shelf
I imagined not, this being my deathbed
I tied my hands behind my back
Why? I could never know.
It wasn’t as though I was under attack
No reason to throw
out my life from under me
and send it out the door
Always thought I’d need more
Something of substance to say
Before I could ever end it this way
Maybe it was a lack of prayer
Maybe it’s just not fair
How can I die with myself,
Knowing in death, I’m in perfect health?
What’s done has been done
Now is no time to run
No time for one last pun
No time now to put away the gun