I Sit in Your Room

You told me,
It all gets better
You told me,
I shouldn't give up
That the world would miss me.

You told me,
You loved me
Now I sit in your room
Wondering what was going
Through your head.

When you pulled the trigger
Picturing your face
So full of pain
You just couldn't take it
Was it me.

Did I do this to you
Will I go back
To the way I was before
Drinking and drugs.

The priest told me
It will get better
But I don't see how it will.

So, now I sit in your room
A gun to my head
Missing you
Then I pull the trigger
Just like you.