Suicidal

Gun to head, ready to shoot
Be ready cause I'm not giving any signs
Oh baby, don't you remember the good times?
The time we spent, the happiness
Now my heart torn into pieces
Like a machine shredding papers
in my hand is a small silvery gun
Pointing straight at my head
No worry, I'll be fine, I'll be okay
Just worry about yourself, not me
I'm not worth it nor am I that important
You wanted me dead so here I am
About to make it happen, making it real
One goes the thoughts could not be forgotten
Two, many tears rolling the face, like
A leaking water running thru the sink
Three, slowly pulling the trigger slowing the time
four, whispering goodbye and how you'll never be forgotten
There goes the loud bang, blood everywhere
Scattered everywhere on the wall as I slowly dying
My last breath, my last beat, my last goodbye