The gun sits there next to my bed
i think about all the mean things that you said
i just want to pick the gun up
and pull the trigger
these thoughts in my head
keep getting bigger and bigger
what would it matter
you sure wouldn't care
you already go through life pretending I'm not there
i cant take the pain anymore
i just wish you could see
how good me and you could be
i pick up the gun and put it to my head
soon all the pain will be gone
because i will be dead
i sat there and thought about it for a while
nothing i thought of could make me smile
i pulled the trigger and fell to the floor
my parents flew through my bedroom door
there they sat by my side
my mother held my hand
the moment that i died
my dad yelled why her?
and now he'll never be sure
now everyday they'll feel the pain i left behind
because i always kept my feelings
bottled up inside
