Hovering Over Your Dying Corpse

[qtlilmtlhed]

I hold the pillow over your face.
Listening to your screams.
Waiting for them to end.

I try harder and harder.
To be the person that you wanted me to be.
But, now I stand here,
On the other side.

Holding the gun to your head.
My finger on the trigger.
Just give me one good reason.
One good reason,
And I'll pull the trigger.

I hold the pillow over your face.
Listening to your screams.
Waiting for them to end.

You killed my soul,
From the inside out,
Over and over again,
I have died for you.

Now the tables have switched.
I won't be the person that you want me to be.
Never again.
I'm my own person now.