Gun

I want to, now...

To grab that gun..

And put it to my head.

I won't fight.

And i won't run.

1..2..3.. I'm dead.

 

Can you hear me scream?

It's coming from inside.

I want you here

to hold me down;

Please don't let me die..

 

Take my hand,

Pull me away

from all that is trapping me.

Here.

in this dark palce.

Maybe you can fix me..

I'll be better someday..

 

So kiss my lips and run away.

I'll just stay here in this bed.

And as i watch you go away,

I'll put this gun to my head...

 

BANG.