One Bullet, Five Chances

I came to you for a problem
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or life, before calling for help
I have four words for you
Fuck off and die!
You're no good for anyone
Here's an idea
Buy yourself a large mirror
Some new clothes
Paint your face real pretty
Place a table & chair in front of the mirror
Drink a bottle of your favorite liquor
Place a gun on the table
Talk to the mirror
Tell yourself how useless you are to others
Spin the chamber
One bullet, Five chances
Make the right decision
You have nothing to lose and all to gain
Goodbye!