Why am I such a fuck up
Why am I such a fool
Why have I wasted my life
Worrying about you

Caught up in every whim
Every grimace and groan
I've taken all you have given
All the derision you have sown

You told me you loved me
You told me you cared
You told me so many lies
I should've been spared

Am I through with you yet
Have I learned to let go
Sadly, I cannot
Pathetically, I still love you so

I'm glad I don't own a gun
'Cause I'd dirty it straight away
Shiny bullets of copper and brass
I'd color them with red and grey
With flecks of white for an extra kick
Well, at least one

A smoky haze to filter the light
Of the eyes once bright
Now fading into that night

I'd laugh and I'd scream
With unintentional rhymes
Stomping my feet
To keep the time

I'd lay there the victim
Or walk out the fool
I'll let you decide
Which one is who.