It wasnt until 17 that i hit first base.
I feel all alone lost in my head,
In so much pain that i wonder if i really would'nt be better off dead.
Being yelled at for no reason,
Treated like I've commited a treason.
What have I done to deserve this i ask?
And if this is all there is should I just give up and pack?
Leave me alone stop messing with my head as I lay down sick and depressed on my bed...
So just leave me be this just isnt what I need....
Shoot me please & get this done,
After all you're the only one holding that gun!
Close your eyes while you pull the trigger cuz if you must then you must,
I am the only person you can trust.
I've had a good run, but its come to the end.
It's come time for me to take that final lap 'round the bend.
I just dont want to be lonely anymore,
It seems that my hearts up for sale in a dollar store.
So it's time for goodbye... oh and by the way dont be sad when I die.