Tekster: Senses Fail. Handguns & Second Chances.

To kill the whitest looking dove
To hate everything I love
And I'm trying to pretend
Oh, in wanting life to end
That I am not another stupid
Little teenage fucking whore

And now I know
And we will see
And now I know
And we will see

To take this handgun to my eyes
And watch my cells start to rise
The flesh now starts to break as the
Bullet enters like a snake through
Through one side of my head
And out the other one

And now I know
And we will see
And now I know
And we will see

And I'm too scared
To live tonight
And I'm too bare
To shed my plight

And I'm too scared to live tonight
Too damn bare to shed my plight
(Please tell me I'm not wanted, please tell me I'm not wanted)
Watch the bones rip through my flesh
A catharsis of my own distress
(Please tell me I'm not wanted, please tell me I'm not)

And now I know
And we will see
And now I know
And we will see