Sitting alone on a cold winter day
I watch Jerry Springer, as I sit in depression
I sit knowing theres no way
My life is building up compression...
When I raise my hand,
Steam bellows from below,
No longer can I demand,
A Well Life flow
Things have turned bad,
My wife cheated and left,
I'm no longer sad,
To be honest, I'm mad.
I'm no longer needed, nobody cares,
My kids have grown up,
I think of all the fairs,
A family once, now living in a dump.
Why do I get myself where I am today?
Now why, but how?
How can I be this way?
But in the end, I know whats right,
Now is the time, to end this year of no delight
I pull out the pistol, that sits on the shelf,
I place it on my ear, and I am ready,
But I look at my mantel, and what do I see?
And old picture of my kids and me;
So I put down the gun, and pick up the phone
And arrange dinner, at my old son's home
