Suicide

 Put a gun to my dome, devils calling me home. Down to the grave with 2 cold feet, laying there in the casket, skin white as a sheet. Pull the trigger cause nobody cares, so much pain, to much bare. Alone I sit angry at God, He was supposed to protect me with his staff and rod. But he abandoned me when I needed him most, now the devils got my soul and the gun made me a ghost.. hold ya head up, that's what they say. But everyone is blind so I'm on my way. God don't care so the devil took my hand, God turned his back on me so I turned my back on him...