Put the barrel of gun
Up to my head
You won't see me anymore
Cause I'll be dead
Pull the trigger
Call the shot
Please put me to rest
Living isn't easy
Death is easier
Wake is reality
Sleep is fantasy
I just need some rest
I tell everyone
I put on my mask
of my people pleasing quo
I just need some rest
is all I'll ever need
Murder is insane
Suicide is plain
I'd rather just rest
and fall into despair
then live with everyone
Love is hurtful
Hate is useful
Pain is all the same
But all are fearful
of becoming insane
In the end no one is normal
No one is sane
No one can see the true reality
Of my depressed rest
I'm tired of this life
Sleeping and never waking
Sounds fine by me
I'm forever stuck in this
depressed and lonely rest
People don't help
The dead just sit and watch
So I say again
Put the barrel of the gun
Up to my head
You won't see me anymore
Cause I'll be dead
Pull the trigger
Call the shot
Please put me to rest
