Shotgun

It's useless to ignore this pain When loneliness reminds me of it It's useless to extract this pain When the pain is hidden inside my brain It's useless, it's useless
But I have a shotgun, and a date with my lonely chair I'm not pessimist when I said it's all over for me I am realistic, I am realistic It's over, life shot me in the head
The walls are stained with blood and failure, just like my life There is no remorsΠ΅ Whatever is next, it's bΠ΅tter than this ****ing curse **** you, **** everyone
No more days, no more months No more years, no more loneliness No more pain, no more life