I need to hurry
I need to run
I\'m at the edge
Of a loaded gun
What then
seemed fine
But
I\'m running out of time
A quick fix would be nice
But life ain\'t that easy
if life were like that
There\'d be more people breathing
A handful of pills
A sharp blade, a knife
We all know the drill
But only some thrive
A piece of scrap metal
Can be all you balance on
when its pointed at your head
One move, and you\'re gone