I doubt it.

"He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger"
-Brad Paisley

I've found myself lost in despair
Forlorn, forgotten, and forgone
Maybe one day the chains will break
And I will be set free
But I doubt it

Someday the prison walls will fall
Crumble around us prisoners of love
Make us drop to the ground
And praise the Good Lord
But I doubt it

Sometime in the future this ship
Will find dry land and go to port
I'll be on dry ground for once
My hopes will be fulfilled
But I doubt it

Haphazard

I need to stop writing
I no longer write out of love
My muse is not happiness,
But anger taking over
Rearing it's ugly head
And I am all but dead

I can barely put together
A stanza or two
Without thinking of hate
Or reliving old fear
I've done so much to regret
I am forever in your debt

Now the cigarette smoke curls
And I hear the tones of music
It used to make me happy
But no longer can I forget
The things I've said and done
And the women that are gone