I Sit In Your Room

you told me it all gets better you told me i shouldnt give up that the world would miss me you told me you loved me now i sit in your room wondering what was going through your head when you pulled the trigger picturing your face so full of pain you just couldnt take it was it me did i do this to you will i go back to the way i was before drinkig and drugs partys and boys at your funeral the preist told me it will get better but i ont see how it will so now i sit in your room a gun to my head missing you then i pull the trigger just like you