I know I have a fickle heart and and a bitterness.
And a wondering eye and a heaviness in my head.
But don't you remember...
Don't you remember... The reason you loved me?
As I hold the cold touch of death in my hands, I hear you say it. "I Love You" Lie. Smile, count to three, it will be over soon. Hold it to your head.
Smile.
Pull the trigger...