Suffering again through your own faults
Among others you smile and laugh
But once you're alone your fears appear before you
To make them go away you draw blood from beneath your skin

The demons that you've created have fallen to the floor
Just as the crimson drops of hate fall beneath you
Looking into the mirror you see nothing but despair
Knowing that all you bring to this world is fault-you make a decision

You think about the fastest way to do this
Not wanting anyone to find you and try to save you
So you take your dad's gun out of his dresser drawer
You point it towards you head-oull the trigger-then black sunshine