Colors of a Bullet

Feeling grey
Feeling blue
Feeling white
I’m feeling all the colors tonight

Pretty damn tired
Of you whining
Of you yelling
I just wanna feel good tonight

Memory of you
Gone for the night
It’ll haunt again
When dawn comes replacing my night

This is now
That was then
I’m over
Over you and all of your Barbie dolls

So go on
Load a bullet
Pull the trigger
Judge yourself and do the honor

And that honor would be my pleasure…