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It's a gun, a shiny black gun
Smiling up at me.
The bullet has the names of those I love.

The last thing on my mind, before I fall.
All the thoughts of you all.
I let you down, and life's just s**t.

Stick it in your ******** mouth
and pull the ******** trigger.
That's all you have to do.

Maybe they might care, but maybe they might not.
All I know is they will be the last things on my mind.
Before I pull that smiling trigger.

Here I fall, here I die, with out tears.
The gun tastes like heavy metal, as I imagine it should.
Someone stop me, before I go mad,
and lay bloody on the ground.