she says her life is a waste 
so she gets wasted again 
everyday chasing happiness 
hoping she gets to taste it again 
    slipping through her fingers like her sanity 
    reduced to violence by her vanity 
    she’s more alone than even she knows 
    her anxiety grows 

locked and loaded 
she’s taking aim 
she’s got her 
finger on the trigger 

she says there’s nothing left for her 
nothing in the world for her to care for 
her everything wrapped in emptiness 
she’s lost everything she’s said a prayer for 
    nothing matters to her now we realize 
    and it’s too late to open our eyes 
    she’s more alone than even she knows 
    her anxiety grows 

locked and loaded 
she’s taking aim 
she’s got her 
finger on the trigger