You can take everything I have.. You can break everything I am, like I'm made of glass.. Like I'm made of paper.. Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground like a Skyscraper.
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...