And so I bring
This gun up to my head.
There's no point in living,
Since you're dead.

It's steel, metallic, cold as ice,
And I remember you and sigh.
The last time you walked out the door,
I didn't say good-bye.

I didn't say "Come back safe!"
I didn't call for you.
I didn't smile and wave good-bye,
I thought your words were true.

"I'll be back soon."
What a lie.
You're dead, you're gone.
My turn to die.

And so, Matt, I will carve your name into this bullet,
This bullet that will shoot me dead.
So that when people find it,
They'll know the last thing that went through my head.