Hold my gun pointed at God
A feeling I have never had before
Find myself in someone's house
Felt alone, so alone

It's so impossible to be so happy when
When people always run away
And it's been difficult to try to smile when
When things will never stay the same

I've been so personal with nearly everyone
It starts to get old, I start to burn out
And it's been hard this month, so hard to think about
The times we both had, those words we've both said