Let the bullets fly

I can never call you mine,
But soon that will be fine,
So do me this one last favor,
But don't let your resolve waiver,

Put the gun to my head,
Pull the trigger and knock me dead,
But never stop to ask me why,
Why i so wanted to die,

I want it to be you to kill me,
Only because we could never be,
My pain is so obscure,
And to it theres no cure,

So let me die here all alone,
Never to have called you my own,
Deliver me to deaths door,
Thats all i now wish for.