Pine Box

Terrified of what I’ve become

Sometimes I hate everything I’ve done

Don’t know what to do with myself today

What if I put a bullet in my brain

One door opens the other door closed

Got no reason to smell the rose

Everything inside of me wants to leave

Cuz everybody’s got a trick up there sleeve

No sense in tryin to get back in

Those old pearly gates are locked from within

You wake up in the morning you roll you stone

You roll it up a Mountain and then go home

Everything you did the day before

Come crashing down to even the score

So many things makes me want to cry

When is this old Indian’s time to die  Make mine (?)

It’s a question of balance it’s a question of strength

It’s a question of the rich folds against the ranks

What ya gonna do to make yourself proud

What ya gonna do up in front of the crowd

Do you have a plan do you have some goals

Do you think the road lives worth the tolls

When it comes time to finally rest

I hope and pray that I’ve past your test

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