Silent Suicide

My pills
My tears
Your chills
Your fears
My death is a lamb
So calm and so smooth
The gun is in my hand
The gun will soothe
All the people who hate me
The people of envy
The gun is by me
It is hard not to tempt thee
As I pull the trigger for eternal slumber
I bleed for u and me
My ribs break worse than lumber
Welcome to cruel society