I dont understand

Why'd you go and do it?
where'd you get the gun?
we found you baking
in hot hot sun.

blood all around you
and bunches of flies
you left me here alone
with tears flooding my eyes.

was i not enough
to make you happy not sad?
was your life,
really that bad?

that you had to go shoot yourself
in your pretty blonde head
instead of crying yourself to sleep at night
in your comfy bed?

why didn't you come to me
i was always there
now all i feel inside
is naked and bare.

nothings the same
since that day
we saw the blood
and looked away.

i don't understand
why you left me here alone
i don't understand
why you didn't pick up the phone

and call me to tell me
what was really wrong.
where you ended up
is not where you belong.

six feet under,
thats pretty deep
to be the last place
you ever sleep.