I sit, shaking on my empty bed
Crying out every pain I felt
I think of you and I want to die
I reach for the safety pin...
I sit, curled in the corner of my room
Staring out the window at the black sky
I think of the love we shared and I scream
I reach for the butcher knife...
I sit, trembling on my ice cold floor
Slowly I'm shutting down
I think of how you treated me, start to finish
I reach for the shiny gun
I sit, determined to finish what I stayed up to do
Whispering a prayer just for you
I think of how you will react to my death
I reach for the trigger, and I pull...
