We do the best we can going day by day.
If you helped me out I would have to stay.
But you screwed me over and I can’t forgive or forget.
Life is a gamble and you’re placing your last bet.
It’s not cool how you left; I don’t see why you should live.
All you do is take, not ever once give.
I get the trigger ready and pointed at you.
I don’t have anything left to do.
I change the path of the gun, the metal feel cold.
I take a deep breath and put my life on hold.
My body lay on the floor, you don’t have one tear.
You look like head light alone with a deer.
I see myself for one chance, but you mess the moment.
I got one last message left to be sent.

I watch you, I watch me, I watch what this world could be.

I see hate, I see love, I see you all from above.
So let’s take this one step back, to a place long ago.
A place where I felt surrounded by doves as I am a crow.
It was all happy and fine until I walked in.
I guess I am just one giant magnate of sin.
My blood starts a pouring and tears run out.
Here I think is my one and final shout.
I tie the rope so tight and climb to the bed.
Only thinking about what you have said.
I see the door crack open with an empty beer bottle.
My heart jumps all the way to full throttle.
Tears come down both my eyes as I cut down the rope.
Feeling like I’m part of one messed up soap.
They get me all mad but barley a dent.
I just scream the next and go get bent!

I watch you, I watch me, I watch what this world could be.

I see hate, I see love, I see you all from above.
We go back to the front were the crazy began.
Were I’m hoping for a gun to go “Bam”.
With all the yelling and pain broken bottles as the floor.
No clue what is going on behind closed doors.
Mama would scream and come out hurt, daddy would be all red
I would just walking around feeling so dead.
I take a knife to my wrist and a fist to the wall.
Feeling like an old time P.O.W. from Gale.
This is the first time I tried, a knife to my throat.
All my scars hide under my black trench coat.
I hide out in my room pushing on a rusted knife.
So many questions about my 12 year life.
No it wouldn’t be today I don’t have the strength.
My death grows one more day in length.
I give back the knife to the one whom rents.
But I know my death will be because of my parents.

I watch you, I watch me, I watch what this world could be.

I see hate, I see love, I see you all from above.
I feel you, I hide me, I hurt from what this world could be.
I shout hate, I speak love, He torches from above.

I watch you, I watch me, I watch what this world could be.

I see hate, I see love, I see you all from above.
I feel you, I hide me, I hurt from what this world could be.
I shout hate, I speak love, He torches from above.