I hold this puzzle in my hand,
This puzzle full of pain...

The walls are caving in,
Everything is getting smaller...

I look in the mirror,
My scars begin to sear...

Lock and load, play times over,
Pull back the hammer...

I still remember the last words you said to me,
You never did tell me what the better thing was...

I always try and be nice,
I try to share whats mine...

The room is so crowded,
You don't breathe fresh air...

The wind is bitter and cold,
Just like my broken heart...

My stomach is full of butterflies,
I just wanna look in your eyes...

Things seemed to be perfect,
Then something happened...

I remember the days we had,
That was when I knew what to do...

I tip the bottle,
The need for the last little bit...