Risk,

And as i become even more disconnected and fall away,
from this place that i used to call my own world,
i leave the memories behind,
and forget the chances that i had to fight,
to become the person who i am today,
all of the emotion and regrets,
i wish i could just throw away.

i can never achieve what anyone else wants me to achieve,
so why should i bother setting goals for myself,
after all i am still only going to just be me,
i guess i will never really make you that happy,
i'll still be that fake person that you always seem to see.

maybe one day you will notice that things aren't really okay,
the day that you wake up and realise that is far too late,
that the trigger on the gun has been pulled,
and the bullets have gone straight through her head,
i bet you are going to be feeling nothing but thrilled.

the risk has been taken and so has her life,
i bet that you are happy now that she will no longer be around,
maybe you'll remember her by that gun and a blood-stained knife?