My finger is dancing
Behind the trigger
While the barrel
Is pressed to my temple

Everyone says I see dead people
But, to me they're still living.

All I want is
to be happy
And if I can’t
be happy
I’d rather be
dead

One day I walked the long way home.

In the chill of October, all alone.
Tears had cooled, wind had blown.

Still, she knew something was wrong.
She asked, I answered. My hurt was known.

I saw his mugshot today, his soul was gone.

I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."

His name is Harm
but he causes the opposite.

He causes me butterflies,
and joyous laughs.

He tells me i'm pretty,
and that I'm good enough.

His name is Harm
and he's my only friend.