I loaded the gun with my own happiness as the ammo
Then I handed it over to you and forced you to pull the trigger
When you did, all I felt was the pain of the shot.
You thought I died so you left me behind
But I was clinging to every short breath I managed to take
I watched you go on and find your new life without me
Day by day, the pain faded but I still bled with every movement
The hole is still present, but now it's healed up.
All that remains is a nasty scar
I did this to myself, but you were no angel
For the reason I loaded the gun was to fast forward through your unfaithfulness
I only imagined success and never the opposite
But here I am, left in the wreckage
And you're giving her a new last name.