Written after hearing a lyric from a song I'm far from familiar with.
It's hard to smile with this gun in my mouth
This gun that tastes like pennies
It's hard to think with this sound in my ears
The sound a bit like my crying
It's hard to breathe with this knife in my back
The knife that bears your name
It's hard to feel when everyone else is
It's hard for me to complain
It's hard to cry when I have sight
It's hard to scream when I can speak
It's hard to lose when I've won everything
It's easy to give up on me
If I was to smile I'd bin the gun
If I was to laugh I'd have to stop crying
If I was to breathe I'd have to take the knife out
But If I was to feel
they'd all be back again