Is this it?
Is this the time?
Has it come to an end?
Does I have a hole through my head?

Did I just take,
A gun to my head,
And blew it away,
Those second thoughts.

Nevermore,
A second thought,
No more answers,
To unnecessary questions.

Questions blown away,
When a bullet left the gun,
As the trigger went off,
And I blew a hole through my head.

©Rasmus Lönfeldt