On the inside im just a little boy with a tear in my eye, holding a toy that has been broken...

I Am The Knife In The Back Of Your Throat, You Say You'll Love Me, I Say You Won't

Don’t Hold A Gun To My Chest & Tell Me It’s Roses, You Shoot Me, I Fall Down & Then The Door Closes.

See that tear under my eye?
its been there since i said goodbye

see that smile?I didnt think so
i havent worn it since you had to go

"I Write A Note To Myself, 'You Don't Have A Chance, You're Nothing At All, It's Out Of My Hand

Like a bed of roses theres a dozen reasons in this gun

I wrote his name on my bullet that way he would be the last thing to go through my mind

I find it kind of funny i find it kind of sad the dreams in which im dieing are the best i've ever had