Finger Guns

Listening to alot of Green Day lately and was inspired to write this.

Sometimes I feel like I'm slipping away

Past the point of no return for another day

This life isn't what was promised for me

How can I run when I'll never be free?

I'm like a prisoner inside a cell

Living through my own personal hell

I'm hollowed out like an empty shell

Truth be told, I've never been that well

What the f**k is the point?

I'm dead meat anyway

Just turn on your tv

Or look outside and you'll see

Their finger guns are pointing at me

I want to achieve so much more than I'm capable of

I'm so broken that I can't even fall in love

It's not a question of confidence

It's a question of reality and general common sense

What the f**k is the point?

I'm dead meat anyway

Just turn on your tv

Or look outside and you'll see

Their finger guns are pointing at me

Deep pockets, big guns

They'll chase you if you run

The war is not over

This battle's just begun (x4)

Sometimes I feel like I'm slipping away

Past the point of no return for another day

I'm like a prisoner inside a cell

Living through my own personal hell

What the f**k is the point?

I'm a deadbeat anyway

Just turn on your tv

Or look outside and you'll see

Their finger guns are pointing at me

Their finger guns are pointing at me

Their finger guns are pointing at me

Their finger guns are pointing at-