got a gun

its a real one

should be fun

my fathers gun

a new feeling

load bullets one by one

cold steel in my hand

click click. try me

i visit it every day

time passes but i cant stay away

im lonely

i have no one

its just me and my gun

got my gun

a revolution

against me

my worst enemy

i dont have no one

i dont want no one

and i show no love

to anyone on the other side of the gun

what have i become

a threat to me and the ones i love

stare at the mirror and spit on my reflection

tears stain my bed

i write a letter to my mom and dad

telling them their son has failed them once again

gun in my mouth

i pull he trigger

the same story

a dead son

a fathers gun