I never said that i was a fucking poet. 
I never tried to be something i knew i'd never be. 
There's no use in pretending. 
I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely. 
I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely when i tell you this is straight from the bottom of my broken heart. 
So please save the excuses for someone who wants to hear them. 
You're not here; that's all that matters. 
I'm just afraid that i will never feel this way again. 
You're not here; that's all that matters. 
The lies, the deceit; will i ever say enough is enough, or will i continue to let you walk all over me? i am done. 
Pistol please. 
I can't take this anymore. 
Pistol please.