I'll Always Hold A Gun

And it's hard to smile
When you're dead on the inside
But I'll try anyway
Cause tomorrow's a new day
I've tried so many times before
A fake smile is a massive flaw
So I'll wear this frown
Like a fucking crown

Yeah I'll sit in the winter sun
And do what I can
But I'll always hold a gun
And pull the trigger on demand

Cause it's times like these
Well I just feel like giving in
And there's nothing you can do
So don't try to begin
You don't know whats inside my head
Yet neither do I
You claim there's such a thing as help
It'll help me if I die

Yeah I'll sit in the winter sun
And do what I can
But I'll always hold a gun
And pull the trigger on demand

I guess the major thing is I'm still here
Or at least a distant echo filled with fear
I'm sure there's still traces if you search deep down
But on one ever looks beyond my crown
Yes it's hard to smile
When you're dead on the inside
And I just give up anyway
Tomorrow's just the same shit on a different day