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by shelby lynne Mar 13, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Breakdown into the end to many wounds left to mend Solid life all torn to hell empty promises so what, oh well Shattering glass Shattering me all my pain is hard to see Let me rise Let me fall Will you be there when i call Calm me down What have i done What is this this black gun Pressed to my head time running low pull the trigger watch my brains blow all over the wall and onto you you start to scream you don't know what to do you start to cry I'm dead i blew my brains right out of my head you knew about it saw the gun but all you thought was it for fun now u see all my pain onto the floor no more game you run away like the child you are don't worry you wont go far uh oh whats this the cops are here and theres my life all 15 years the pain the hurt that i felt the black gun that i helled the time so easily just taken away in one quick flash in the ground i lay all the stuff that i said can only lead to me being dead i couldn't help the chance i took to end my life without a second look the whole thats left in my head is all my pain and the blood i shed the cold metal pressed to my skin it was finally time for my life to end