Just leave her here,
To cry into the silent night,
Leave her here tonight,
And she'll slowly die.
She now knows,
That all those words
You whispered to her
That one faithful night,
She knows they were
Nothing but lies.

Walk away now and ignore her pleas,
Turn your back on her broken frame,
Act as though she were nothing.
She will cry in her last moments,
In those moments as you walk away.
Pick it up and throw the gun to her.
Tell her you don't care,
She's bound to pull the trigger.

And as you leave her,
Without a second thought,
Or a backward glance,
She holds the cold metal
In quivering hands.
Raised to her head,
Her body begins to shake.
The fear takes over
And she can't move,
And she can't think,
And now she's alone,
Sitting on the damp grass,
In the darkened night.

Now she sits there, alone and scared,
The hard, cold metal raised to her head,
The barrel of the gun pushing against her skull,
Her weak fingers rested on the trigger.
She tries to steady her shaking hand.
Seconds tick by, followed by minutes,
And as you continue to walk,
Behind you, you hear it,
Her last shout for you,
But you ignore her call,
As if she were just the whispering wind.

Then she pulled the trigger,
No time for second thoughts,
Her limp body fell,
Landing in the cool grass,
Her blood spilling out,
Tainting the greenery.
And now she slips away,
And you continue to walk.