Gun

The Gun Is Loaded And Ready
My Hands Are Shaking, I Can't Keep Them Steady
The Barrel Is Cold Against My Head
The Bloody Razors Lay On My Bed
This Small Damp Room, Covered In Mold
The Cracks In The Walls Make It Look So Old
I Keep Wasting Time, It's Time To End It All
Why Did I Climb So High, Just To Let Myself Fall
I'm Such A Coward, My Hands Keep Shaking
This Is Taking To Long, My Sanity Is Aching
Ugh, Grow A Pair And Pull The Trigger
My Dad Always Said I Would Do This, Go Figure
Well, Where I'm Going, He Can't Bother Me
When This Is Over, I Will Rest Happily