I find the gun in the grips of my hands
The cool mettle tempt my nerves
I crave the feeling of my finger on the trigger
And the adrenaline of the situation
Make my emotions over power me
Oh what a wonderful feeling

I slowly slide the gun to my head
And contemplate the consequences
Fearlessly I cock the gun
And as I pull the trigger
My moment of life escapes me
And I hit the floor
     Felicia Mac