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 bitch, 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