Away Alone (G-Bull Writing)

All this anger and rage deep inside me,
it's poisoned my soul and I've lost all f-ing control.
I put this gun up to my head,
hoping that I'll soon be dead.

Away, away without a trace,
take me somewhere better,
better than this f'ing place.

I've been gone so many times before,
as I sit around to see what life has in store.
But disappointment comes my way,
and I go on with another day.

I rip the infectious puss from my skin,
that this world has planted deep within.
All I've loved has gone astray,
and that's why i want to go...

Away away without a trace...
take me somewhere better,
better than this f'ing place!

So, the flow is kind of nice until the end... Whatever! Just another writing from the G-Bull Era... kind of dark, depressing, and angry--not unlike now! Oh well... more to come!

-Andy J. Graves