Snap open the Smith and Wesson, Model 19 six gun, Empty the barrel, sound of bullets is fun, I place a single bullet, Along my sleeve the barrel I run, And snap it back to place, I ask myself with a straight face, Did she really love me?click, A blank, Will I ever find love again?click Another blank, Will I ever be set free?click A blank, Losing love has made me lose fear!click Another blank, ******* WAS IT MY FAULT?CLICK BANG! the sound made me see stars, But I was not dead, I did not feel, Warm blood trickle down my head, No pain, What if this is death?, I look at the vintage gun, Smoke rises from the chamber, The hammer was rammed, The bullet was jammed, I down a glass of whiskey single malt, I have my answers now, It never was my fault!