We Turn,
Matching Pistols,
Powder burns,
barrels whistle,

one man falls,
one man stands,
winner take all,
that's how we planned,

mission complete,
or so we thought,
nothing can compete,
with the lesson taught,

scream out loud,
for all to hear,
I thought you were too proud,
to ever shed a tear,

lying on the ground,
searching for the light,
cold red blood all around,
no reason left to fight,

for a life that's been wasted,
chasing after shattered dreams,
victory never tasted,
as great as it now seems,

your loss was a release,
from all your sin and pain,
in Hell there is no peace,
you'll surely go insane,

and beg to be forgiven,
for all that you've done bad,
the last chance you've been given,
to remember the life you had,

with me by your side,
together we've traveled,
all the world wide,
the future unravled,

the only place I've never seen,
is the place that you are now,
what does this all mean,
please try to show me how,

to find the open abyss,
the blackened sky above,
that has ended all this,
that could have been true love,

I never got to show you,
how much I really cared,
all the terrible things you do,
how you ever dared,

to take her away from me,
the way that you did,
did you ever think to see,
we were just foolish kids,

now you rest,
in a long wooden box,
the last real test,
is when the devil knocks,

to claim his next victim,
who has made a big change,
like summer to autumn,
you acted so strange,

from a diamond in the rough,
a ruby in the pale sand,
to a strong and tough,
different kind of man,

please tell me how you feel,
now I see that you were right,
tell me this is real,
did we really just have that fight,

in the end I get the girl,
thats how the story goes,
the rest shall unfurl,
what the future holds no one knows,

maybe love will come in time,
marriage and future like I planned,
watching children on the jungle gym climb,
reaching out for their father's hand,

thats the kind of life I want,
with my new belle,
but your memory haunts,
making my life a living Hell,

I think everyday,
about giving up,
nothing left to say,
left looking up,

to the one that started it all,
hoping he can help me now,
now that I know it is time for me to fall,
hoping he is looking down,

suicide is a selfish escape,
from my living Hell,
better than the mental ****,
of a padded cell.