[Verse 1]
Happiness, sadness, joy, and pain,
Feelings blend, all the same.
A laugh ten minutes, tears now fall,
A broken man behind these walls.
Racked and ready, Glock in hand,
Courage falters like shifting sand.
The mirror shows what I despise,
A coward’s truth in my own eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
What happened to the life I knew?
Blame myself, blame the world, blame you.
The weight of it all, the burden, the shame,
This gun’s the end to this losing game.
[Chorus]
One quarter inch is all it takes,
To silence the voice that keeps me awake.
But I’m too weak, I’m too afraid,
Another day in this bed I’ve made.
Would they miss me, would they care?
Or just sigh relief that I’m not there?
One quarter inch—yet here I stay,
Lost in a life I can’t throw away.
[Verse 2]
The gun shakes, my hand’s not still,
A battle fought against my will.
I wonder, is this courage or fear?
The lines are blurred, the end unclear.
Headlines flash behind closed eyes,
“Loser ends life; no surprise.”
But it’s not for them, this moment’s mine,
An endless struggle, toeing the line.
[Pre-Chorus]
Could it be sickness, a need for help?
Or just the cards that I’ve been dealt?
A whisper, a scream, the haunting refrain,
Would it end the fire or feed the flame?
[Chorus]
One quarter inch is all it takes,
To silence the voice that keeps me awake.
But I’m too weak, I’m too afraid,
Another day in this bed I’ve made.
Would they miss me, would they care?
Or just sigh relief that I’m not there?
One quarter inch—yet here I stay,
Lost in a life I can’t throw away.
[Bridge]
What if this world’s hatred is a lie?
What if it’s my shadow telling me why?
If the answer’s out there, I’ve never known,
But this war is one I fight alone.
[Chorus]
One quarter inch is all it takes,
To silence the voice that keeps me awake.
But I’m too weak, I’m too afraid,
Another day in this bed I’ve made.
Would they miss me, would they care?
Or just sigh relief that I’m not there?
One quarter inch—yet here I stay,
Clinging to life for one more day.
[Outro]
The gun is heavy, my spirit light,
Another battle lost tonight.
One quarter inch, so close, so near,
Yet somehow, I’m still standing here.