last night i put the gun to my head br let off just one shot br fell backwords onto my bed br no more drama everything stops br i lay motionless in my own sorrow br as my heart and soul leaks out br im the boy who always saw tommorow br said everything would always turn around br im a liar who shows no remorse br my life means nothing just a waste of time br at somepoint i veared off coarse br they'd find me guilty if emptieness was a crime br do you swear to tell truth the whole truth nothing but the truth br i say yes but i never have or ever will mean a word br imature in my own youth br the bottom of bottles tell me what just occured br i step outside and squint my eyes toward the sun br its funny how this dosent make any sense br well this is what happins after a bottle of rum and a bb gun br its called russian roulett under a false pretennsebr br bryan mahoneybr br