Judging by my past
My futures looking bad
Somewhere up in heaven
An angel's getting mad
Sometimes in life
We put the pistol in our mouth
We feel the need to end it all
Let our past prepare us
For a future fall
Not knowing the bitter truth
That the pain we feel inside
Somehow is bulletproof
Somewhere out there
Someone's blind to see
That life does not require
Some superb ability
It's the lack there of
That makes us rise above
What we lack in ability
We make up through live
Sometimes in life
We put the pistol in our mouth
We feel the need to end it all
Let our past prepare us
For a future fall
Not knowing the bitter truth
That the pain we feel inside
Somehow is bulletproof
The bullet aint the answer
It's a question none should ask
About how our biggest problems
Are hidden behind our backs
A place that we can't aim towards
And the bullet seems to miss
So put down the pistol
Rise above the abyss
So put down the pistol
Rise above the abyss