I hold this gun up to my head

And think about my losses and the thousand shining tears I've shed

My mama – she works too hard for one her age

My father – I've hated him three years this very day

The gun feels cold in my sweaty, clammy hands

My breath comes as loud as a school's marching band

My friends – they say they needed me more than I ever knew

And I'll be damned if I didn't need them just as much as too!

But I've been cheated and scorned for one last time

When they find me I'll be no more than a lifeless old mime

Silent and gray, with blood on my clothes and death in my eyes

They'll wish they had time to say one last goodbye

One more tear joins the thousand that were shed

As I hold this gun up to my head

There is no shelter, no place to run, no place to hide

I'll surrender to my Fate and commit a teenage suicide