Suicidal Pistol Grip Pump

Well it must be the love
 I mean the lack thereof
 The words fall off my tongue
 Shot like bullets and made you run
 What have I become?
 Preaching for you to grab your gun
 Put it to your head
 Suicidal pistol grip pump
 Back again I ain't dead just yet
 Though your absence flows like a kiss from death
 Fuck all the pretense cause everyone gets upset
 I've gotta get this off my chest I can't keep playing pretend
 So this is me, this is me
 Somewhat put together and still bursting at the seams
 Sing it one time for each dream I couldn't achieve
 One time, one time for all my dead friends
 And everyone who spends time chasing dead ends
 I wont last forever
 And when I die I don't give a fuck who attends
 Cause I'm just a bitterromantic who's self centered antics
 Made me transparent to my friends and parents
 A lonely bastard birthed in a casket
 Never managed to man up and move passed her
 Youth by my side, .45 I keep strapped
 Try and explain how I forgot how to laugh
 Nobody cares so I put myself on my back
 So doctor answer the question that I've been dying to ask
 What lasts forever?
 Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever.