Toast

What would be different if I gave up so long ago Would earth stop turning, would the grass no longer grow I had the opportunity, when in my hand once again a found a gun Only eleven with this life I was already more than done I hated to wake up to another day of If there was an answer was this always it The only feeling that was familiar was neverending pain Still somehow amongst themselves on me they'd put the blame So I made a choice to put that gun down No matter the beating life was giving me I would fight another round It was simple my heart took over and for a moment it was clear My giving up will not be the reason you are shedding tears I have some how not folded although I've been so close I just hope I've done enough in the end for someone to stand and make a toast