A Tape With Me Singing

Turning down this car door windows
Slightly breaking the locks so it opens
Putting on a tape with me screaming
So no one hears the sound of the guns in my hands
Applying slight force to my eyes vision
And bothering to smash the window
So I fly through when I hit the curb

* a bullet strait to the heart*
how long is this going to temp me
please leave me on your bed
and leave me a kiss tuck me in
I swear I don't doubt this

Back to the reality im in
I think theirs too much fuel in this vehicle
Isn't too much fuel fire?
What happens if fuel meets spark
Could you tell me now cuz I don't have that long
If im not too much incinerated
I mite meet you with my eyes open
See yourself in them causes for causes