Wish I wasn't the one awake in the middle of
Night
Only company is a gun so I can take a life
I'm not a murderer or robber breaking in a
Home
The only life I plan to take will be that of my
Own
If we switched lives for but a day you'd say I
Might as well
The only reason why I don't is I'm afraid of
Hell
If you were me a day or two I'd feel sorry for
You
I cry in the morning and again when the day is
Through
Reason being I'm twenty-five and never felt
Alive
Never had a woman or any reason to survive
All I do is write pity stories and sing sorrow
Songs
Theres a hole in my pocket thats why Ive been
Poor so long
And I never could save enough for a new pair
Of pants
At my wake my spirit will come and do a happy
Dance
How I yearn for the day the struggle and pain
Goes away
It's the middle of the night and that's all I had
To say