Hollow Point
Everybody asks me why I look so sad
It’s only because everything hurts so bad
And eventually it makes me so mad
Because I carry around some baggage that I never should have had
And when you thought I was burned
I just turned away, shot the bird
And left without a word
But then I heard them talking bad into my ear
And I said “Look in my eye, do you see any tear
Take a little whiff do you smell any fear
Do you really want to challenge me here”
Even before the battle had begun
I had already won
I don’t even call it battle I just call it fun
So you better just run
Because I don’t really care the gauge of the gun
At your home on the shelf
You won’t dare mess with me if you value your health
I’m not all there upstairs and I don’t have any wealth
How can you hurt a man who injures himself
I know there’s been a lot of crap to take
About all the crappy decisions I tend to make
But I admitted most of them to be a mistake
So I should be forgiven and give me a break
Leave me alone for goodness sake
I’m not the same guy that you’ve thought you’ve known
I’ve still got a couple of sides that I haven’t shown
And the real reason I don’t own a phone
Is because I just want to be left alone
So I can think about all the stitches I should have had sewn
Almost makes me wish I hadn’t cut myself all the way down to the bone
I cannot condone all the chances I’ve blown
It’s all my fault I have to make it on my own
And it hurts so bad that I’ve been stretched so thin
I fall to the floor and pull my knees to my chin
There’s nothing anyone can do because my pain is within
I may be ready to start over again
I’m just afraid to begin
So I look for an easier way
To that bottle of pills that I take once a day
If I swallow the rest with a cup full of sorrow
Then maybe I won’t wake up in the morrow
There’s also a bullet right there and the point happens to be hollow
I could swallow that instead, but what kind of example would I be setting to follow
And somehow that’s not my style
So instead I’ll just smile
Keep on walking mile after mile
Because I try to walk the walk
But I stumble every day
And I try to talk the talk
But I never know what to say
Some came to stop me it doesn’t even matter who sent them
They’ll never suppress or contain my increasing momentum
There’s so much more than just some guy who sleeps on the floor
I’ve had my foot in the door since 1984
And now nobody’s stopping me from redefining hardcore
So if you see forgiveness searching for me this day
I was supposed to meet him but tell him I got lost along the way
Maybe if I wake up in the morrow…
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