My wife can scrape my brains off the walls
She can shoplift inside of the malls
She can mop up the ****** mess I've made onto our floors
Empathy, it is what I can never have
I am not happy nor am I ever glad
Shapes into shadows, vast upon my walls
I can hear the shallow distant calls
She paints blue and red onto a child's skull
Make it seem bland and weak, so dull
This flower she has given me, it has decayed
Like me, she never stayed
But now I have a gun to my head
And shortly, I will end up dead
With only a paragraph in the news
Let the world know I have been forever used
Into a world of ***, drugs, and magic
The bullet in my skull is where it's going to stick...