Dead

I hear your name as i walk on by
people stare and don't act shy
they look puzzled as i walk
and whisper things but do not talk

i start to worry and run home
to find you not there and I'm alone
i look around and hope to find
the one i love and will not be left behind

i ask people where you are
they point at a little white car
i run to you and find you alone
in a little car and your life is blown

the gun in your hand
and the hole in your head
i take the gun and i am dead