The Pistol

by My tormented little heart   May 21, 2005



As the darkness comes and consumes me whole
I take a long look down the barrel
Everything I've done its all for you
I've failed at everything I've tried to pursue

Now i must leave my precious honey
The pistols to my head and I'm feeling queasy
I wished things didn't end this way
I never could put my emotions on display

Here they are out on the table
Now you can understand and marvel
Look at all the miserable years
See the cuts and how the blood smears

Just for one day i wish you'd understand
But you don't so i have this gun in my hand
I'm going to go ahead and pull the trigger
Release it all and let out the anger

Can you feel the wrath of my fury?
See all the baggage that i must carry?
Those are the things eating my soul
The thought of death is so beautiful

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