ran around with no sense of order

when i found myself alone

all alone with my fears

fears that follow me around

i couldn't help but i felt so empty

i had to fill me up with something

i found this gun i don't know where

pulled the trigger and my head was wet



no more pressure

no more pain

no more fear

i can't take no more



shot myself with a plastic gun



me myself and i used to be friends

now myself has disapeared

what's the deal and what went wrong

was it me who was too strong

is myself really gone for good

or am i too proud to see him dead

am i caught inside myself

plastic gun please free my head