I feel the cool rim at the end of the barrel
It's pressed up against my temple.
One action and it could all be over
I knew something of this nature was inevitable.

My life should be flashing, but only one thought comes to mind
I really wish you hadn't believed me when I said I was fine
It's cruel that you're the last thing that goes through my head
     (Well, second to last, really)
My world is running out of time

I click off the safety - nothing safe about this anyway- isn't that what you always said?
I inhale - I can smell the metal and your fading cologne
I count to three.
One - I'm alone
Two - You promise you'd stay
Three - You left
You forget about colors when your whole world is grey.