The steel is cold against my temple, the revolver in my hand doth tremble.
Sweat runs down my face like rain, if only people knew my pain.
I see them all enjoying life, seemingly without trouble or strife.
They live an honest life of bliss, mine is one none shall miss.

None but myself can take the blame, and only i am to shame.
The trigger is firm against my finger, while the essence of life doth linger.
With one quick pull it will be the end, and for no doctors will they send.

I am like a bird kept in a cage, whose wings are clenched in fists of rage.
But when i open that cage door, my heart and soal will finally soar.
The trigger itself was just a key, and with one pull it will set me free.