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
Copyright © Rachel Sullivan | Year Posted 2009
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