Looks like another day, you can drink away, and leave all your troubles behind
It's another day, that the needles can take you to places, you can't find
On your own, again
Will the pain ever end
You tell yourself nobody cares, it seems like, no ones ever there
So you ask yourself why?
Do you bother to try
Cause the hardest part , isn't putting the gun to your head
It's pulling the trigger, after you've written down all the things you left unsaid
And the hardest part isn't bleeding out, it's cleaning up the next day
When all you've become is a stain on the rug of the ones you love
That won't wash away
That's the hardest part
That's the hardest part
So you wait another day, go through the motions again
Maybe this time you'll find , a way to make the pain end
But it's just another day, that you drank away
You got your neck in the noose but you can't kick the chair away
Cause the hardest part , isn't putting the gun to your head
It's pulling the trigger, after you've written down all the things you left unsaid
And the hardest part isn't bleeding out, it's cleaning up the next day
When all you've become is a stain on the rug of the ones you love
The hardest part , isn't putting the gun to your head
It's pulling the trigger, after you've written down all the things you left unsaid
And the hardest part isn't bleeding out, it's cleaning up the next day
When all you've become is a stain on the rug of the ones you love..... that won't wash away