This is what I've been waiting for,
This is what I'm meant to do,
This is what I've planned for weeks,
This will be the end of you,
So why do my hands shake?
Why does this feel like a mistake?
The gun feels much to heavy in my hand,
Is this really what I planned?
I wish I could grow up and learn to behave,
But each time I look you in the eye I send you to the grave,
This is what I wanted, the plan I built,
But today your pleading eyes just fill me with guilt,
I raise the gun,
Close my eyes,
And pull the trigger,
Everything stops