Medicine For Melancholy

Hatred of a life burdened with pain. Thinking your death takes it away. Your hope has gone, and fear has come. Only one shot loaded in the gun...and its meant for you.
Terror in your eyes as you tie the noose, with the horror of what you're going to do. Your hope has gone and the time has come. You took the shot loaded in the gun...it was meant for you.

The thoughts of your life haunt my dreams again. Memories of you and what should have been.
The artwork of your life starts to fade away like a painting left to sit in the rain.

I remember your face and the love you had shown. With the joy you once had how could we have known.
That hope turned to fear and killed you inside. But now that you're gone I'm lost without you.

The thoughts of your life start to fade away, but I will remember your face in my dreams