I’m sitting on a bench,
Holding a gun pointed to my head,
What would I leave here,
If i left now,
Would you miss me like you never do,
Would you kiss me like you never do,
Would you hold me as you always do,
Would I cry on your shoulder like the usual,
I mean it doesn’t matter,
My head, my mind it will shutter,
Until it finally cracks,
Leaving my scars to burst and me to bleed out.