Headshot

We uses a girl

She loses her pride

She loses her cool

She’s been taken for a ride

This kind of thing happens

Every now and then

Would you like to get fooled again

Again and again and again…

Unbelievable excuses

She knows them to be untrue

Oh, how familiar

I know, and I guess you know it too:

This is nothing new

Something must be done

She has heard:

Suicide is painless

But there’s another way a better one

A shoot in the head

He’s dead in a bed

She’s holding the gun

She’s wondering:

“What the hell have I become??”

The deed is done

She’s holding the gun

A shoot in his head

He’s dead in a bed

Is body is naked

He’ll never make it

She’s wondering:

“What the hell have I become?”