Cold tarnished steel pressed to his temple again, depression, and darkness; now his only true friend.
To squeeze the trigger and be free would be to let go, and not be the man, everyone wants him to be.
He knows he’s being weak, some say it’s just a game, all he really wants is for someone to show love, for this he hangs his head in shame.
If you’ve never been there you shall never know; it is not because of you the reason I must go.
I guess I never fully learned to trust, you know why, as you always say, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
For those who really knew me, this won’t come as a total surprise now I scream this as my final goodbye.
And as some of you search for the answers be sure to take heed to ask why.