i'm sorry for the way i am
for the way i speak
for the way i act
for the way i shut you out
for the way i dream of a different life
for the way i held my bag at the front door and almost ran last night
for the way i cover my mouth in the shower and late at night
for the way i scream at myself when you think i'm smiling
for the way i disappointing you
for the way i cant do a thing right
for the way i want to die
for the way i want to leave
for the way i walk
talk
breath
speak
listen
touch
feel
sound
live...

im sorry for being me...

One should always look forward to dying,
So long as one always looks forward to living.

In the night of birds silence, and in the winds that forget to show.
I enter into my chamber, awaiting for blood snow.
I breathe with not of life, but stagnate broken love.
And plead for the path to end, to take me straight above.

You see I am a bullet; a bullet within a gun.
And I'm silently waiting for the world to have some fun.
Fully loaded I am; and sadly I've become unstable.
For when the trigger is released, my shan't be enabled.

Under stress of lost life, but the weight is soon to leave.
I ask you once, to run away... Please.
Don't be caught within the firing line; don't be trapped within my fury.
Leave, stay safe; be the one to stand next to the jury.

I'm a bullet within a gun; awaiting for my release.
Waiting for the trigger to be pulled, and for the pin to **** peace.
I can not be saved my love, so run run before it's too late.
I can not be saved my love, so please don't let me become your fate...