Grab the gun and shut the door,
Shoot yourself and fall to the floor...
I've got a problem, yes I know.
Most of the time it doesn't show...
If I you find me dead and bleeding,
Just remember these words from your young bright...
An angel in disguise
hidden behind broken pride...
I turn around
to watch your cries...
My head is gone
my mind is non existent...
I stumble down the stairs
and sit down in a seat...
Now I lay me down to sleep
Praying I've not cut too deep...
As i load the barrel
of an empty gun...
So beautiful
So captivating...
My body's still breathing, my hearts still beating
But internally, my soul is resentfully dieing...
Its harder than it seems
Pretending to be OK...