A Song Without a Title

A song I wrote recently, just about the way I was feeling.

You like the feeling
Of metal on your skin
They got you thinking
Is suicide a sin?
You love the feeling
Of someone in your bed
But you know
That someone's in your head

Take a walk into the night
'Cos you know, you've got nothing left to fight..

Smile
As you spot the headlights
And the car hits you like you hoped it would
Smile
Because it feels right
Life slipping from you like you feel it should
It's over.

You like the look
Of blood on your hands
You live the cliche
That no-one understands
You love the taste
Of your teenage lust
But you can't release it
Like you feel you must

Take a walk into the night
'Cos you know, you've got nothing left to fight..

Smile
As you spot the headlights
And the car hits you like you hoped it would
Smile
Because it feels right
Life slipping from you like you feel it should
It's over.