• I showed to you my misfortune,
    Brought myself to plea.
    For the despair deep in my heart,
    To be held high, for all to see.

    I stand here now with gun in hand,
    The trigger nice and set.
    Pointing it towards all of you,
    Pondering who'll go next.

    I know that after I am gone,
    You will begin to understand.
    That once the bullet goes in and out,
    I can never help you again.