Hand me the gun i have an open hand
let it all work out how things were planed
i'm to tired to fight
so i'm giving up life
just hand me the gun please
it won't be long it only takes one squease
rate through my head
i should be instandly dead
it will be a blood spattered rain
it should perminitly stain
make you never forget
the one thing you regret
you know i'm right you don't care
heack no one was ever there
life will go on
even though i'm gone
it won't even stop
just cause i was shot
but then again i won't be missed
cause to most i never did exicest
