Keep the Faith
Lyrical Lies
Sometimes I would stop believing in them and go back to my old ways. I would stop believing in the fans and everything would just go wrong with my life. I'd walk onstage and hear the roar of the crowd in my ears and it would make me believe in them again. I'd walk out of the venue and through the sounds of the screaming girls. Sign a few autographs, take a few pictures, doesn't really matter. It's just a way of life for me.
I sat in my bunk and Lyn-Z was sitting next to me. Her head rested on my shoulder and she fell asleep. I quietly got up and went outside to smoke a cigarette. The air was cold and it was like something bad was going to happen. I felt someone standing next to me. I spun around and came face-to-face with Frank.
"You scared me." I whined.
"Sorry." He replied.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I saw you leaving and decided that I needed a smoke as well."
"You could've at least told me before you snuck up on me."
"I won't do it anymore."
"Good. You wanna know what would happen if you did do that again?"
"No."
"I thought so. I thought we were going to save so many lives and now it's all going down the drain."
"There are still fans out there who care."
"I know. But where the hell are they?" I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Not again. I sat down on the cold gravel and just cried. That's all I could do. I looked up at Frank and he nodded his head. I have to do it. I have to leave even though there are fans who still care about us.
I felt the cold metal of the gun in my hand and I studied it for a few minutes. It was silver and simple. Just like me. I put the gun up to the side of my head and pulled the trigger. Everything went black and I was gone. Gone from the lives of my fans. Gone from my family. Gone from my band. Gone from my wife. Gone from my life. I was happy now.
I sat in my bunk and Lyn-Z was sitting next to me. Her head rested on my shoulder and she fell asleep. I quietly got up and went outside to smoke a cigarette. The air was cold and it was like something bad was going to happen. I felt someone standing next to me. I spun around and came face-to-face with Frank.
"You scared me." I whined.
"Sorry." He replied.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I saw you leaving and decided that I needed a smoke as well."
"You could've at least told me before you snuck up on me."
"I won't do it anymore."
"Good. You wanna know what would happen if you did do that again?"
"No."
"I thought so. I thought we were going to save so many lives and now it's all going down the drain."
"There are still fans out there who care."
"I know. But where the hell are they?" I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Not again. I sat down on the cold gravel and just cried. That's all I could do. I looked up at Frank and he nodded his head. I have to do it. I have to leave even though there are fans who still care about us.
I felt the cold metal of the gun in my hand and I studied it for a few minutes. It was silver and simple. Just like me. I put the gun up to the side of my head and pulled the trigger. Everything went black and I was gone. Gone from the lives of my fans. Gone from my family. Gone from my band. Gone from my wife. Gone from my life. I was happy now.