I worry sometimes...that I'm not good enough;
Time and time again, it's been proven; it's tough.
Tough to deal with, honesty and guilt;
Tough to respond, like taking a gun from it's hilt.
Looking in the mirror, holding it to your head;
Pull the trigger and you'll be dead...
The temptation is sweet, to pull the trigger,
But the action has no reward, it's only bitter.
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