Shot myself with a plastic gun
Ran around with no sense of order
When i found myself alone
All alone with my fears
Fears that follow me around
I couldn't help but i felt so empty
I had to fill me up with something
I found this gun i don't know where
Pulled the trigger and my head was wet
No more pressure
No more pain
No more fear
I can't take no more
Shot myself with a plastic gun
Me myself and i used to be friends
Now myself has disapeared
What's the deal and what went wrong
Was it me who was too strong
Is myself really gone for good
Or am i too proud to see him dead
Am i caught inside myself
Plastic gun please free my head
