Ronnie puts his money on the counter, and draws back his hands
He wishes for a 30 mm to put him to rest
His fear of leaving tonight is too much to bear
But of all the things he fears, this one wont go away
He washes his feet in the sea and walks on the beach
To think all his really small dreams were all in his reach
-The troubles of the night
They were falling in to me
Ill save you, if I can
Its up to you, do u want to live?
On the way home he says ” why can’t it go right?
I know this is not what’s meant for me, I regret this life”
Now I’m so lost, I don’t know who to be
These are the times we crave a love so rare
The more that you need it the less it’s fair
His hands shaking and cold somehow hold tight
Though he doesn’t believe in god he wishes to see him tonight
He closes the door to his room
And puts the gun to his head
Now there's nothing left, we cry instead…
