Don't make a sound

[DaughterofErebus]

With a target on my temple
And a bullet hole through my head
With your six-shot in your hand
You told me don't make a sound
With shakels on my wrists
I'm bound to the floor
I can't keep my eyes off the door
With blood stained tears
and bloodshot eyes
I feel like I want to die
Point your six-shot to my head
Pull the trigger
I didn't make a sound
I closed my eyes
And turned out the lights
I lost my sight
Pull the trigger
Take my life
Bury all my strife