I'm one of the outcasts,
I have decided to confess,
What I did in their pasts,
I wasn't trying to impress.
Well, they were all aghast,
That it wasn't against my will,
They all ran away fast,
They had always said I would kill.
I had just bought a gun,
For a long time he had bugged me,
Actually it was fun,
It was like a big parody.
Though utterly real,
Something is creeping in, its guilt,
To know he'll never heal,
I've been stabbed right up to the hilt.
My conscious is screaming,
I ask myself "What have I done!?"
The devil is beaming,
I haven't any friends, not one.
I am gripped with a fear,
I'm forever trapped in this cell,
I walk off the pier,
I hope that I'm welcomed in hell.