The gun sits in my hand, My finger on the trigger, I sigh and hand it to you, There you are, now shoot me.
You start to stutter, No? Why ever not? You’ve already as good as Killed me on the inside.
I ask for it back, No? So you won’t kill me But you won’t let me Kill myself. How selfish!
matter, I have another, Always have a plan B, I grin as I hold it up And pull the trigger.
As everything blacks out, I hear you cry out, And I smile for one last time, Do you feel my pain yet?
I wake in a little white room, The nurse tells me its hospital, Damn you! Why cant you just Let me die in peace.
I really didn’t want to have to do this, But it time for plan C, I’ll be seeing you soon enough, With gun in hand