Fake people with guns

The sun peaking over the horizon
The moon wont you stay for a little longer?
I'm sick of having my dreams
I'm sick of standing in the light
I'm sick of spending my forever in the center
No one likes me anyone
I don't think anyone has ever liked me
They just used me for every cent and every dime

I used to be that girl who would let you fu+ck with her
But not tonight
Tonight I'm going to stand up
and tell you all that I hate you
That you all are fake people
Today is the last day that you all will look down on me

One day the moon will come out
And all of you will have no light
Non to shine on you
You will be in the dark because
I will be the one to shut the lights off on you
Cause your not so important....

The last time I will cry
The last time I will give you a dime
The last time I let you walk on me
The last time that you will kill
Every ounce I held within myself

The sun is going down
And so is your popularity
This gun I found lying on the ground
I will soon cock it.....