packed my things and walked away, gotten a gun and shot myself clean in the face.
Stayed at home instead, felt sorry for myself instead, waited for a call, who will never come, instead.
Still sitting at home, listening to music, drawing my love, thinking of her, and realizing what I should have done.
Stayed at home instead, felt miserable, waited for the never coming call.
Should have walked up to her, yelled my love to her face, gotten a shot right in my face.
Stayed at home instead, called her several times, gotten hopeless, absolutely hopeless.
Still at home, lost another sense in life, another center, another love.
Still don't know what I did wrong, still not sure what I should have done, getting only silence as an answer.