• I don't have a history
    My past is some old mystery
    I don't know what happened before
    Do I really care anymore?
    Can't I be someone other than me?
    Someone you haven't made me out to be
    You've called me b***h, called me whore
    I got my gun and I'm knocking at your door
    And I put my gun up to my chest
    One shot – its over – I can get some rest

    Dropping blood… stains the walls…
    Is it mine…?
    Can it tell me all that I wanna know?
    Can it show me where I need to go?

    Yeah, you stare at me in disbelief
    Call 9-1-1 and wish for relief
    I laugh, choke, and spit blood from my throat
    Letting it stain my treasured trenchcoat
    Each and everyday is too much for me
    So I'll cry, I'll die, isn't this what you wanted to see?
    Stop your shrieks, this is what you told me to do
    It's not suicide when the murderer's you
    The pain is building behind my eyes
    Will it take me off to Paradise?
    Sirens scream and flashing lights
    Interrupt the silence of the night
    I'll go and never return
    Leaving you with a lesson unlearned
    And I'll sing:

    Dropping blood… stains the walls…
    Is it mine…?
    Can it tell me all that I wanna know?
    Can it show me where I need to go?

    I walk down Heaven's way
    Just like I did back in the day
    That was before I knew
    How much of me was in you
    You swear you hate my soul
    Saying I was cold – saying I was coal
    Each day and all day
    I go down the path but I don't pray
    God kicked me out of Heaven and said
    I'd wake up in a hospital bed
    I was singing:

    Dropping blood… stains the walls…
    Is it mine…?
    Can it tell me what I wanna know?
    Can it tell me where I need to go?

    I wake up and I see you there
    Sleeping without a care
    Wouldn't you love to know what I do?
    Even if you hate me, I'll always love you
    So cold, your lips on mine
    So tired, wasting my time
    Blood stains my fingertips now
    Makes me wonder why and how
    I remember being so sad
    Shooting the gun that my father had
    Don't you see? Everything in me is dead
    Yet somehow, my blood runs red
    Like yours…?
    Am I alive…?
    Why didn't I die…?
    I should be dead
    I shot me dead
    Why aren't I dead…?
    Guess it's 'cause my blood runs red