• You think you are better
    You make me belive too
    I hate these feelings
    It tears me apart inside
    When I dream of death
    I always hope you are the victim
    But its always the gun in my face
    Never yours
    I do not have the guts
    The trigger is pulled
    And I'm free from you
    But, am I really ever free of the hurt
    You wouldn't kill me in real life
    But you hurt me inside
    I'm dying inside
    Because of you