A Gun in the Hand
The gun's to your worthless head,
as you relize your not yet dead.
Thoughts run through your empty mind.
Your'e life was not a normal kind.
As you hold that gun,
your thoughts still run.
What are you going to do?
Will the bullet go through?
Will anyone even cry?
Will you even die?
Is there life after death?
Will you take your last breath?
Has anyone even cared?
SHOOT THE GUN unless your scared.
Hurry hurry or I'll do it for you!
One, two, the bullet went through.
as you relize your not yet dead.
Thoughts run through your empty mind.
Your'e life was not a normal kind.
As you hold that gun,
your thoughts still run.
What are you going to do?
Will the bullet go through?
Will anyone even cry?
Will you even die?
Is there life after death?
Will you take your last breath?
Has anyone even cared?
SHOOT THE GUN unless your scared.
Hurry hurry or I'll do it for you!
One, two, the bullet went through.
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