As I sit, cold barrel to my chin,
I wish I would have never let the demons in.

I pull the trigger, I let them loose,
My own fingers, have tied my noose.

My head snaps backwards with the force of the blow,
I see the blood now, it's time to go.

Blood and brains paint the wall,
Softly, and slowly, I begin to fall
The Scarlett pools around my hands,
Put an end to my big plans.
But I don't mind. I'm at peace.
I mean, I have no mind, except a piece
But what is left of my brains, they'll surely do
Because all I have to think about, at the end, is you