Pull the trigger.

All those years in darkness, was it all worth it?
Did I really got stronger?
Or was everything just a dream?
I’m just glad it’s over now, I couldn’t live with it any longer.

It’s all over, those shitty times.
Future ahead, no more cries.
Trying not to look at the past.
No more bleeding scars because mine healed fast.

But memories are hunting me in the night.
My heart still doesn’t like that I never said goodbye.
So again, I have my own fight.
It’s actually pretty easy.
Hold my heart and squeeze it.

Your knifes in my back.
Your words stuck in my head.
Just a bitter smile is what you get.

The person I loved, is someone I don’t know anymore.
Still so much memories in my mind.
But if I had the change to do it all over again..
I wouldn’t even try.

So I put a gun to my head.
I pull the trigger and blow away every memory I had.
No pain, no blood flowing, no more crying.
Just a smile that will just get brighter.