Pull The Trigger

Your so f@&^$%* sorry,
On your god dam face,
Theres not even one line of worry,

Let me show you how I f&^%&*^feel,

Put a gun to my head,
Since I\'m already dead,
Would you notice?
If I weren\'t here next week?
F*&%^&% Speak!
F@$#&^* notice me when I\'m gone,
Better yet forget my name, forget my face,
Cause In heaven I\'ll be smiling and be safe,

Do I have the guts to pull the trigger,
Why don\'t you do it,
To make yourself feel bigger,
Here I am in this cold dark room,
A gun to my head,
With the light of Moon,
Sing to me sweet lullaby,
Soon this floor will be covered in blood,
While I die,
There won\'t be a single cry,
Let this turn into a crimson lie,
And let this eager gun,
Give me a F@$#&^* Kiss of Goodbye