Sitting in her empty room she took another long drink from the bottle of whisky She knew drinking alone for her was quit risky But she was far beyond caring, far beyond giving a **** She thinks back on her life, she could see it was all a sham No one looking in could see Her life lay among the debris Of what should of been but as time had showed would never be Pure agony in diffrent degrees
She looks around her room in the closest hung her clothes Most of them for work, thats the only place she goes The stereo on a table The music is her escape when she is able In the corner the tv She stares at but what's playing she rarely sees Her big comfy bed with lots of pillows Where alone she cries and bellows
Yes at a quick glance it all looks normal, but take a closer look It's easy to see like all the stacks of books On the walls nothing hangs They are blank, there plain No posters, not one pictures, no happy memories to look back on Yes look close enough you can see something is all wrong
She's finally had enough liquid courage To finally end all her troubles and worries She goes to her closest reaches up on the top shelf Takes down her revolver and clutches it to herself
With shaking hands she retrieves the bullets from the dresser drawer Every inch of the barrel her fingers explore She loads one bullet into the camber, clicks it back and spins it She's going to let the Gods and fate decide if she is fit
She raises the cold unfeeling gun to her temple Her hand is now steed not even a tremble Very slowly she pulls the trigger Stopping she didn't even consider
No one heard the boom That resounded inside that lonely room Over was all of her agonizing delirium She didn't feel any pain as that bullet tore through her cranium Her walls are no longer pitifully plain They are now beautifully painted with her blood and her brain