Barely Hanging On

Man, I want to take her to the moon but I have this fear she don't want to go there
Pouring out my heart through the arts in song, because I want to make my feelings clear
I never needed love but it sure would be nice
I want to make her smile, tell her things are alright
It's wrong in this life but I want to make it right and I want to make a change but it's hard, I'm hanging by a thread
I should be dead
All these thoughts in my head
Sometimes I want to grab fire, point it at my head, shoot the shots of the lead
In everyday life I'm scared
Tried my best to prepare
I wanted one thing, but I didn't get that, so god tell me how is that fair?
It's not fair
I'm hanging on, I'm barely hanging on
I'm drowning underwater
I want to touch the moon
I want something new
I want to look back in hindsight or maybe from a birds eye view
I want to touch the moon
I want something new
I want to look back in hindsight, maybe from a birds eye view
I'm sitting in my car as I'm writing these songs and I've come to realize how life is so hard
I'm looking at my arm, it's full of battle scars
I'm looking in the drawers, I want some more scars
If roses are red and violets blue, then why can't poetry heal me too?
Why can't life make me comfortable?
I guess I don't have the will to tie my noose
I'm hanging on, I'm barely hanging on