It is cold
This gun
In my mouth
This gun
Is the symbol of my pain
Frustration
And my anger
This bullet
Has the power to take me far away
This bullet
Was not the first
The bullets
Scattered around me on the floor
The bullets
That, by now, have my neighbors calling for help
But I am fine
The lie that falls from my lips is now
The truth
The truth that has become
The bullets I shot at the ground
The last bullet in the gun's chamber
The gun in my mouth
And the finger around the trigger
Boom
