Every time i go up to my room
i look in the mirror
and think of you
i feel all the hatred
and see all the fear
i also know death is closely near
i take that gun
and put it up to my head
wishing i were already dead
i take that gun
and put it back down
and write a note to everyone around
i say i love them
and will miss then too
but i will be in a better place
away from all the hatred and fear
i know its time for me to go
so i take that gun
put it back up to my head
pull the trigger
and now i am dead
