I sit in this chair br I pick up a gun br As I run my hand through my hair br I’ll sit here and cry br Remembering everything that happen is my fault br Wondering if im gone br Will everything be better? br I’ll grab a bullet br Put it in the gun br First I’ll say goodbye to everyone, br Then I’ll have to run br I hurt so many people br I let them all down br I be better if I end up in the ground br My body already feels cold br My lips are blue br I’ll pull the trigger br And make everything come true br I point to a spot br Where my death will be fast br So I’ll fall to the floor br As soon as my family comes in fast br I look back for one last glance br they zip me up in the black body bag.