Slightly Blue

He was just hanging there stretched out and slightly blue
The look on his face will never leave my mind
It was in his eyes

A coldness yet a comfort that we strive for
You could see that he planned this for quite some time
Clean shaven with his hair slicked back
Thought was taken in his final desperate times

Sick man, the thoughts sink in
Desperate to cling on to his miserable life
Sick man, the thoughts sink in
Desperate to cling onto it
Walk out to the woods desperate and tired
Walk out to the woods sick and tired

Silent and alone he tries to drink his way out
Nothing left but this pain
His mind spins into fits of rage
Black jacket with mud on his shoes
He wears his story four feet high

Nothing left, no soul, no cold miserable life
Sick man, the thoughts sink in
Desperate to cling onto his miserable life
Sick man, the thoughts sink in
Desperate to cling onto it
Walk out to the woods desperate and tired
Walk out to the woods sick and tired