Living on everything done and said
dwelling on tears that probably never existed.
trying to sleep but crying instead
recalling the times when you weren't so distant.
lying on the railroad tracks
throwing yourself into death
waiting for a great impact
counting down to your last breath.
you put everything out on the line
holding on to his hand,
you thought you could trust him this time
living off of his every command.
you held on strong
you prayed with all your might,
but in the end you were wrong
to ever think you'd be all right.
so you go get the gun and make sure its ready
filled with just one silver bullet
finger on the trigger and arm steady
you take a quick breath- cry one last goodbye- and then pull it.
