• I wanted to reach for a gun today
    and splatter the floor in a god awful way
    i wanted a gun with four bullets inside
    one for the fountain of tears that i cried
    one for the mirror that looks at me sadly
    one for the fluffy toy, bleeding so badly
    And one for the girl that just couldn't see
    That one for the child that i called me
    I wanted the gun to stop all the noise
    The maimed little puppets and disfigured toys
    I wanted to be free so long ago
    Before the ship of my soul sank so far below
    I admit that i wanted to reach for a gun
    Because this life is no longer much fun