You don't need these trees
For shade from me
My sun isn't getting any brighter
And it's setting on a voice that won't speak
Now burn the pictures of me
That freeze your memories
And hand me the ashes -
My only memory of you
Rests within these gashes

And isn't it sad how someone so great can become just another bastard to hate?
Yes. My gun is loaded
Just shoot it.

Don't run to this city
For a cure for your disease
An overdose of lonesome
A cry of fear
Screamed with a voice that cannot speak
That which the sun is setting
Now take away the mask
Take away your face
Your eyes were the only memory
I couldn't erase

And isn't it sad that the ones who remember are the only bastards that will suffer?
Yes. My rope is swinging
Just hang.

I can only play this game
For so many days
I'll always lose
And these tears -
Are flooding memories of you

Just set Heaven ablaze
So up or down
I suffer either way

My gun is loaded, yes.
Shoot it.
My rope is swinging, yes.
Hang.

And run on girl
Just run on