One Bullet

One Bullet

and one old rusty gun

forcing yourself to go out

but your soul is afraid

to be burned by the Sun

So you sink in your thoughts

doing none

counting the things

that you should've done

and you let these ideas

eat your mind

to make you so blind

to prevent you to see

who you really are

these mirrors that are lying at you

with these sweet whispers , showing you

illusory images taking it way to far

to make you hate yourself

the way you think

the way you look

the way you act

the way you talk

eat , sit and walk

How much you lack

and how much you need

unsatisfied desires

making it hard for you

to breathe

but look at yourself now

look at what you have done

did you make yourself the one

or the world

already shut you

with that

old rusty gun

look at yourself now. . .