My Abyss of Sentiments I have a gun I don't know if it's loaded or empty from these thoughts, I try to run still, this sure is tempting Oh, you wrote me a letter maybe I'll read it someday I think not doing so would probably be for the better I still wonder when the pain will fade away There's no blankets here to warm me tonight I can't stand this hellish cold Try not to cry myself to sleep tonight but I can't survive this cold Don't shed a tear, you hear me? There's no need for anymore depressants I think I've already begun my demise, and my lunge to drown in a abyss of sentiments