I Was Once Possibly Maybe Perhaps A Cowboy King I Was Once Possibly Maybe Perhaps A Cowboy King

I see myself there waiting by the roadside
 Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire
 I stand in No name, no history
 Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head
 I could’ve been one of kings
 The shell of a boy of the man that
 I used to be A monkey in a man suit 
I stand here as nothing to you 
Wind me up and watch me go
 Lay down your guns
 Cut me from ear to ear
 Eye for an eye
 The glass is long gone broken
 I walk this road alone
 No thanks to you
 Load up your six-shot baby
 Put it to my head
 Pull the trigger, blank I’d figured
 Put it to me, dead
 Lay your guns down let me die (scars)
 Why can’t you just let me die (don’t)
 Lay your guns down let me die (heal)
 Why can’t you just let me die (when) 
Lay your guns down let me die (you keep)
 Scars don’t heal when you keep cutting
 Always cutting
 Cutting deeper 
Always deeper 
Scars don’t heal when you keep cutting