Life don't make sense anymore,
People are killing themselves even more,
I just want to slam the door,
To shut out the pain,
People come and go,
Like it's an fun game,
So where is the "fame",
I got the flame,
When the gun goes off,
Then it starts to rain,
At the funeral they dress in all black,
Talking like I have a "good" past,
What happened to the bad?
Aren't you glad,
Now I'm laying on my death bed,
With an scar to my head,
Dont look at my...