The trigger has never been this easy to pull,
I'm benig used, like a damn tool.
He doesn't give a shit about me,
But he likes to pretend, doesn't he?
The gun is loaded, bullets ready to fly,
I can't think of anything better to do than cry.
They've finally pused me over the edge,
To pain, myself I pledge.
I can't climb out of this whole I'm in,
But no one cares if i cut with a saftey pin.
I spin the revolver around and put it to my head,
In just a few moments, I'll be dead.
I think you your face, one last time,
My final moments are all pantomime.
Pressure on the trigger and a loud bang,
There now, proof that I'm insane.
I'm lying on my floor, the scene is going black.
I'll miss you, but there's no turning back.
Gone, will you even care?
I took my life like a childish dare!
You're invited to my funeral, but will you even come?
My heart slows beating, no more tapping like a drum.
Someone walks in, I hear them scream,
Everything grows quiet, like I'm in a dream.
I think," I Love You" and close my eyes.
It's over now...I've died.