Falling Video (MV)

One day you're here
Another your gone
Really a memory
And voice of a song

Was I even loved
Was I worth a life
Did I do good
And did I do it right

See sometimes my gun
Is saying my name
It's saying just squeeze
And end all the pain

I try to do good
For those that I cherish
But what does it matter
If we're all gonna perish

Go back to the dust
Go back to the dirt
Go back to a hole
Inside of the earth

Go back to a time
When you wasn't worth
A thought in a mind
A seat in a church

Listen

This is not something
Where I'm trying to break
Down your heart and your spirit

But if it's been on my mind
And it's been living inside
I'm thinking
Somebody should hear it

It's Gettting harder to live
Harder to dream
Harder believing in me

That's because
Soon as I'm thinking
That it's gonna work

People start jumping to leave

Can you absorb
What I'm conveying I'm saying
It's getting much harder to breathe

Why should i live
When living is hard
But leaving this life

Could just be a breeze

Jesus I need you right now
I need you to listen
Before I'm deciding to leave

Revive me of all my doubts
With word of your mouth
It's gettin to late for me

Living is hard
And dying is easy
I get it
That's something I'm starting to see

Please answer my prayer
And give me the sign that I need
Where am I supposed to be

Imagine me still
No breath in my voice
This time for good
We don't have a choice

Imagine the priest
Says his good byes
Says it's okay
With tears in your eyes

Casket in hand

It's time to bury My body
I wonder if I'll get a rose

Will they forgive me for failing
And just giving up
Something I shouldn't of chose

I shoulda tried
I shoulda gave it my all
But lately it got over bearing

Laid up in bed
Getting real deep in my head
Thinking nobody was caring

But see it's to late
I gotta go in this hole
And they gotta watch as I drop

My souls in the air
All I can do is just stair
My mothers keeps crying out stop

The obituary
Is a little tearing
I wonder what they
Coulda wrote

Could they of mentioned
All of the good that I did
Or did they write man what a joke

Give kid something
I know it's not much to leave
I'm sure that I left hella broke

Feel like a dick
Left without saying a word
I could of at least wrote a note

I finally wake up
What type of dream did I have
Why did I dream that I'm gone

Where is my head
Thank god I'm still in my bed
Everything coulda went wrong

I praise a new day
God knew that I had been calling
Dream came to stop me falling

Way to often
We try to hide
When we start stalling
Can you see what I been drawling