Take this gun, i have no fear to run,
put it to my head,
if you want me to be dead,
right through the brain,
at my funeral it will rain,
thank you for what you did,
i knew you couldn't resist,
the chance for my death,
i knew you wanted me dead,
so you killed me in the end,
now all the pain,
is dripping through my vein,
i know you not insane,
thats why you played this game,
thank you for releasing me from my life,
i never wanted to use the knife,
you just took your chance one,
an you knew you wouldn't regret what you've done,
so as everyone looks at me as I'm gone,
i was put into my grave,
never to be seen again,
as i lay there in my grave,
waiting and watching,
for a new day,
when you come back and play our old game.
