Barrel next to my head
going to fall on my bed
The rain is getting to me
I lost all I could see
Nothing to lose
So this is what I chose
Nothing to gain
I'm already sick of this rain
The pistols loaded
The window's boarded
no one can see
the gun's pointed at me
Fingers ready to pull
my brain is going to roll
the clouds are always so gray
I should keep them at bay
Nothing to lose
So this is what I choose
Nothing to gain
I'm already sick of this rain
The pistols loaded
The window's boarded
no one can see
the gun's pointed at me
pulling the trigger
blood shoots out
I've lost my head
and now I'm dead
the gun's next to my head
now I'm lying down here dead
The rain has gotten to me
now no one will see me
I had nothing to lose
and this is what I chose
I had nothing to gain
I was so sick of the rain...
My pistol was loaded
I was hiding
I was ready
I am dead
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