Droning through the masses,
Clutching at my chest,
This pain is hardly bearable,
From the bullet just above my breast.

Please, oh please, just help me,
But when I scream there comes no sound,
I swear it’s like I’m invisible,
Yet my heart still seems to pound.

Time is passing slowly,
The seconds tick on by,
The crimson red is flowing,
And yet they still don’t notice my cry.

I’d rather live in eternal rest,
Than to go on this way,
It’s not as if they’d notice,
And it’s not as if I’d like to stay.