Comfort

by Phantom Lord   May 28, 2006


Comfort

What is this hell?
Why has it chosen me?
What is this darkness?
Will it set me free?

It covers me like the night
And makes me hurt inside
With each passing moment
I die a little more inside

Like a tiger hunting its prey
It seeks me out
It sees all the pain
And how I scream and shout

It comforts me when I'm down
It makes me feel so good
But somehow I know
I'm not living life like I should

But I can't believe it's lies
Or all the promises made
I should feel good
BUt I feel ashamed

Ashamed of who I am
And what I've become
I need to end it all
And fire this gun

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