As a child, I always believed what I was told
Fictional characters alive, heavens for pets
All those little things that would make a little girl happy
But after those things faded, different beliefs formed
Ever since I was seven, I started dreaming
Dreaming things I wished were true
I held a gun up to my brother
His eyes pleading not guilty
But I knew of his facade
His presence was my living hell
But he never did care, did he?
Only saying sorry, when he was on verge of death
His eyes locked on my finger on the trigger
And he whimpered, I liked this, quite a lot
\"Do it again.\" And so he did
I moved the barrel to his neck, and whispered
\"Remember when you pushed me down the stairs?
I was unconscience for three days.
Remember when you slapped me?
And told me to stay out of your life?\"
I looked at his trembling figure, and I laughed
I stayed up nights dreaming about how one day
I would sink a knife into my chest, but then...
Why not yours? This was your fault, was it not?
I thought about how I would tell you your sins
Then turn this gun, and shoot my heart
Then I realize, I wouldn\'t be able to watch you
Watch you suffer, watch the sadness, as you understand. This was you.
Instead, I\'ll get to live, but don\'t you worry, dear brother
I will see you in hell, and I\'ll do it all over again
It\'s too bad the red flames of limbo, burn the ropes
So I\'ll make it fast, a shame you couldn\'t do that for me.