Loaded words and loaded friends are loaded guns to our heads.

Letting out the noise inside of me. Every window pane is shattering. Cutting up my words before i speak. This is how it feels to not believe.

All the tears I never cried. All the days that went on by. All the times I cut my wrist. I needed what did not exist.

I carved your name into a bullet so everyone would know you were the last thing going through my head.

My finger's on the trigger & you're in my way.