Pull out a gun, point right at your head
Finger flinches, and now you're dead
Face down on the carpet, in a bloody mess
Crimson dripping down your favorite sun dress
No one saw it, no one heard
No records of your final words
Friends and family are left behind
Your exit from all mankind
Your smile shined bright
It all seemed all right
People shouldn't assume or misconstrue
Because all along you gave the devil his due
Stone upon stone, pushed against a wall
So much that you couldn't take it all
Now your head met a bullet
And what have you got to show for it?
Your body rotting on the floor
And just like in life, you are ignored.
