If there was a gun in my house
I probably would've used it by now
Bang! Bang! these thoughts can get loud
Waterfall of blood out my mouth
There's a war inside of myself
Most people think they know me so well
On the surface they can't even tell
That deep down I'm going through hell
Shooting shots like I'm Pistol Pete
Will they remember me?
God please don't let me die
I think about it all the time
Bullet to the brain
I guess I'm insane
Why am I this way?
I am not okay
Think I need to pray
But don't know what to say
If you got a gun in your mouth
Don't do it there's a better way out
You're not alone please put that thing down
Pray to God and comfort comes down