I walked home from the gun store with only one red shell

I guess it must have been that musty smell

Because People looked at me in disgust

I was a nuisance to some
Everyone left me even my family and kids

I looked for a tool to end it all and starting placing bids

There was only one shell and I didn't want to miss

Taking the gun and loading my shot

I placed the barrel in my mouth and my hands became hot

They where so sweaty and I was thinking it over
This was the last choice I would make
And I pulled the the trigger