The gun's in my hand,
the thoughts in my head.
The feelings are gone,
the words have been said.
The end if near,
there is no hope.
A head filled with friends,
friends can't help me cope.
My finger's on the trigger,
I'm about to let go.
no hope from what I figure,
no hope so let me go.

Lately it doesn't feel right,
lately it doesn't make sense.
I've tried my hardest to fight,
I've tried to break down this fence.
Nothing's been helping,
nothing's been right.
I'm tired of fighting,
I'll never be alright.

Help me take my finger off the trigger...
Bring hope to what I can't figure.