The Loved Ones
By Mudface
I’m sitting here hiding, and I think to myself
Am I in my right mind? Am I in good health?
All the stress I endure; have I made it out safe?
Or am I starting to crack? Am I no longer okay?
Do my loved one know about it? Why won’t they tell me?
It’s obvious to them that deep down I’m in need?
Why won’t they help me find some doctor to speak to?
Why do they pretend that I act just like they do?
And what about my girl, that uncaring little whore?
Fuck it, I shot her, and left her carcass on the floor.
My family is next, clipped ‘em down one by one.
The neighbors called the cops, so now I’m on the run.
Nobody ever cared to help me fill in the void.
I guess I truly am insane, because I was paranoid
To think they really knew how I felt deep inside.
Put the gun into my mouth, in Hell I shall abide.