Bullets

Bullets speak louder than love ever will
In this place where the damned are saved by a bottle of pills
Where the sun only shines when everyone else wants rain
But who am I to cry? For I will never see it again
And as salt water rivers flood down from my eyes
I can no longer lie; it gets hard sometimes
Now I’m saying my goodbyes
In the barrel of a gun I confide
As the rest of the word tries not to notice, I die