One year ago I cried on your shoulder,
Months after that I was crying alone,
Now I'm yelling at my self to
Wake Up.
Im asleep dreaming away
This isn't real it's just a
Nightmare.
This pounding heartbeat is
not real, the gun at my
Head is a fake.
If I aim and shoot it will not
Work.
So I pick up the gun and
Point it at my head
Because that pounding on the
Door is not real.
That girls voice that's helped
Me a lot is not real.
I could never have someone
So great in my life because
Everything I touch wilts.
The pounding gets louder and
So does my heart, but it's not
Real it's fake, right.
Then it stops proving my
Point.
There is no girl, there is no gun
There is no me locked in a room
With a gun to my head
And wilting fingers
Because when I shoot the gun I'll
Wake Up.
But that's not true and
I go out with a puddle of
Blood on the floor
Where my heads now on.
