I heard a whisper and I followed it out side,
Then I found out it was the voice of my heart when it cried

Let’s get in our birthday suits,
Do some drugs, and play with a gun

They say that your selfish if you commit suicide. But is it selfish when I'm just trying to make the world a better place?

Hide your happiness, cover up every word, deny the things everyone has heard.
Keep it all in so he'll never know, that you did let your true feelings show...

Lie to me, fake it, show some attraction, before I have this fatal reaction...

How are we only able to see our own opinions or feelings?

You told me I could tell you anything, and that I can go to you when needing to talk to you.... But how can I tell you wants wrong when the problem is you?

My heart pauses for every one of those special moments that I will remember.

**I like a gun and you've got me loaded**

I miss you like nothing else!