I keep feeling the cold, cold barrel
Pressing harder and harder against my temple
I say to myself, "Is everything that fucked up"?
I pull the trigger, and to my surprise I wake up
"It was just a dream", I shout
"I'm, not dead. I'm alive, without a doubt"
I feel myself floating higher from the ground
I look down below, to see nothing but blood on the ground
I fucked up and now I'm going away
I'll miss my girl, and the future we could have had. I think to myself, "I wish I could stay"
I hear a tapping at the door, in which I see is my mother
She opens the door, sees me lying there, and begins to stutter
She begins to scream my name, hoping that I wake up
I see her cry. She sits and asks why, and all I can say is that I fucked up
I shout, "My God, I'm such an asshole!", but there is no coming back
I begin to watch the blood gather into the tiny cracks
Just like that, I tripped on a cloud and fell
Falling farther and farther into the darkness of hell