These lines are sketched deep into the back of my head after years of throwing fits its all ending with a gun wound stop the hate end the discontent raise this pistol straight to my head these tears will never amount to the blood i shed ive grown enough to see your blood is thinner than water youre an empty threat holding a loaded gun ill make sure to leave your mess sprawled out on the wall ill make sure you soak up the sympathy you never got bury this barrel deep into your throat pull the trigger and choke so much for a hero i grew up looking up to a fucking picture on the wall