this is the gun
the gun i hold
the gun i put to my head each day
the gun i practice with each night
the gun that’ll make everything alright
the gun that i put to my head and pull the trigger
the gun that’ll make the world less bitter
the gun that’ll take my life
cuz i cant live it any longer
i cant sit and wonder
wonder what will go wrong next
i’m tired of the pain
i have nothing left to gain
so fuck the world
i’m tired of being lonely
tiered of being phoney
so once i pull the trigger
everyone will know me!!!
the gun
January 11th, 2004 | uncategorized