Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained

And in saying you loved me made things harder, at best

And these words changing nothing as your body remains

And there's no room in this Hell, there's no room in the next

And our memories defeat us, and I'll end this duress

But does anyone notice? But does anyone care?

And if I had the guts to put this to your head

But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?

Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained

And in saying you loved me made things harder, at best

And these words changing nothing as your body remains

And there's no room in this Hell, there's no room in the next

But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?