I sit in the room,
with a gun in my hand
Put it to my head,
to see where I stand.

I don't even flinch,
I like how, it feels more.
My mind starts to think,
what should I be here for?

Things cross my mind,
but not are that well.
What am I here for,
to put them all through hell?

I feel that it's better,
for all of you and me.
If nobody has to suffer,
from all the things I see.

I then pull the trigger,
not knowing if it's live.
Now is when all of you,
can say your last goodbye.

Now that I am gone,
nobody seems to care.
That shows me how my life,
would've been if I was there.