Put the Gun to your head,
Hear the bullet go wack.
Feel the pain,
As life fades to black.
Push the petal to the floor,
feel the car start to fly.
How does it feel to know,
Your about to die?
Drink the bottle down,
Feel the booze set in.
Is life so bad,
That you just can't win?
Look over the edge,
Give a mighty leap.
What's wrong with our world,
That we hold life so cheap?
Is it worth so little
That we can throw it away?
Is life so bad,
You can't face another day?
Only a coward or a fool,
Gives up without a fight!
Hold on dearly
For life is to precious,
To end on a lonely night.
I'll miss you dearly,
My partner and friend.
I'll never understand,
Why you made me watch your tragic end!
Good-Bye!!
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