Shoot my head it's finally done

I hate the way you make my cry
I hate the way you even talk
I hate the way you make me ask why
I even hate the way you walk

As you walk near
The blue skies turn black
Your face is the thing I do fear
I try to run, and never look back

Why do you make me feel this way?
You make me feel alive
But then remind me that I’m dead ok
I’ll be dead in the count of five

Why do people love?
In the end is it a game?
Once a white bird is now a black dove
Is this all me to blame

Our twisted souls combined as one
I thought we fit like a glove
Shoot my head it’s finally done
Death is now my only love