"if guns were legal"

Here I am leaving a weaved web,
My home, my pride
My mistakes and failed attempts left tied
Tap my head, to see if I’m home
I’m out, I’m out cold from my so called life
I swear on anything in this world,
There’s nothing like a good depression session
Alone, all alone in your place,
And there’s so many reasons why I’m feeling this,
This structured and seemingly staged pain…
I’m telling you, there’s so many reasons…
And I’d give anything to feel alive again…

Chorus-
Coming for a pause…
Coming inside to hear the noise
Left unstable with a string of sadness,
When misery starts to follow me…
Oh no, it already has…
I’m leaving the fun behind
Cuz now, I’m just a lonely and sadness seeker

Deeper and deeper I fell,
Without a chance of climbing back up
From a thin and enclosed area
The surrounding walls are flat,
With nothing to grasp
It’s just the people, the place I’m in and the feelings
I have living inside me
It’s just like a virus is stuck inside my body
Poisoning one place and moving onto the next
I’m telling you…if guns were legal
I’d take it…and end it all