Don't give me your pathetic sympathy
Just pull the trigger already
There's a silver bullet in your smoking gun
Aimed at me

But unfortunately for you
This heart is made of steel
And my hands hold their own gun
Which is locked, loaded, and meant for you

Shut up now, don't you dare speak
I don't care what you want to say
Excuses, excuses are all I hear
Tumbling out of your mouth with ease

Go ahead, call me misery
I am sorrow, I am pain
All is quiet, all is calm
As you slowly bleed away

Here I will stand, just staring
As your life flees from you
And do heed this lesson:
Awful things happen to those who betray

Farewell.