Sounds of bullets and self-inflicted pain never came out this vain or looked this good,
You've always had your gun to my head, but you'd never admit to such a crime,
Memories are flooding my drug invested mind for a time; searching for another pill,
Popping pill after pill; drowning in vodka and tequila with more bottles to spare,
How ironic my life has come to this; I used to be so much better once upon a time,
Oh, how fairytale ends never come into anything in this self-inflicted reality,
None ever understood why I was always falling out and turning to the drug abusive life,
Yet you always knew that you had that gun to my head; so much power over my actions.
Of all the people that ever walked into my life, you're the one who knew how to make me tick,
From the first moment together, you became the needle to my arm; the blade to myself harm.
Destruction set in a little stronger as the time wore on filled with pill popping fun and vague memories,
Eventually turned into friction between the hips with no real sense of time; it went from weeks to years,
Self-harm became my own true calling and you kept shoving needles in my arms and pills in my drinks,
Together paired with drugs, self-harm and alcohol you tore away at my very core; my caring soul,
Right from the start, you had destruction playing a symphony of bullets and self-inflicted wounds,
Using my heart as your own personal toy with no care about how I just might actually feel,
Can you even see that you broke down everything that I worked so hard to accomplish,
To find you had me on your strings like some little puppet sickens me; corrupting my very existence,
Into the destruction you always wanted with the ending of me you always had planned,
Onto my downfall you pushed me further and further away from everything I used to know and love,
Now as you squeeze the trigger of that gun you've always had at my head; here's the ending you always wanted.
