What's the point if i will die?
I cant make this time fly.
I play Russian Roulette before bed,
Maybe tonights the night ill be dead.

I will transform this tiny room,
Into a beautiful tomb,
In my locker you will find,
The fake wall and what's behind.

Pictures depicting the real me,
So everyone can finally see,
What's its like living my life,
Before you twisted the knife,

I learned something from school,
Anf I dont need a math tool,
Six out of six equals one.
Bullets in brains equal none.

Nothing means no more pain,
Like pollen washed away by rain.
There might be more,
Ill know when i hit the floor.

That's the last thing I said,
Now I only taste lead.
I only needed one blunder,
To end up six feet under.

Six feet below here i am.
Turns out heaven was a sham.
I now taste lead for an eternity,
Because i let pain define me.