Here in my bed
crazy thoughts in my head...

Well i found this in the back of an old...
Watching you walk by...

No one even noticed
no one ever cared...

Someone shoot me with this gun
i cant take it, cant handle the pain...

I told myself i couldnt
it was for the best...

Why did no one notice
why could no one see...

Its hard to sit and observe
my life slipping from me...

Tear trails black run down her face
the smallest thing could make her break...

Looking out across the sea
she finally feels at home...

Tear trails evident on my face
I tried to talk to God last night...

I walked into the darkened room
with that gun in my hand...