The Death Of Me x Tom Kaulitz

The second my fingers slid into the grip of the neat and matte black gun, I felt everything I thought I had lost.

All of my emotions had mixed into one big storm and it was grabbing everything possible from inside.

I had this strange urge to pull the trigger, to pull it and see his brains pop out. I just want to see his brains pop out i just need to oh god help me I think im craz-

Im not crazy. Im not crazy. Im not crazy. Those three words were engraved into my mind.

But maybe I am crazy. Maybe I am absurd. Disturbed. Insane. Psychotic, even.
Why am I here- What is the meaning of thi- Why is he so nice yet so selfish-

Everything was swirling around in my head and I couldn't see properly. I was trembling. I couldn't. I just couldn't. Maybe I should point at myself. Maybe I should shoot him anywa-

No. No. Im not psychotic and I should put it down, and calm myself down.

I cant I cant I cant calm myself dow-

I cant love him the way others do. I never will.