Just like 100 times before
I put the gun to my head
Would`nt it be strange
When the found out i was dead
I think about it
Time and time again
What would it look like
Blood and brains and fucked up skin
Shit splatterd all over the place
God,look what it did
To his fucking face
I would hate to be the one who found me
Panic,fear,grief
What the hell happend
This shit is beyond belief
Call 9-1-1 and clear your head
Tell the operater you found me dead
You wonder,How could i have saved him
No one can save me,cant you see
This is how it`s supposed to be
No one can live in this much pain
So the only way out is a bullet to the brain
At the funeral they will say
How good i looked
And what a wonderful live i lived
What a good person
Always first to give
Well i have givin all i got
As i pull the trigger
The last thing i hear is the SHOT