I pointed my gun,
He deserves to die,
He played me,
Like a game,
He had fun.
I turned the safety trigger off,
By this time he was pleading with me for his life,
It was a really different sight:
Him being soft.
He looked so sincere,
But, man, I'm not that dumb,
To believe any of what I can hear,
"But, none of what she said was true"
"I never fooled around with her"
"You know that's something I'd never do"
"I LOVE YOU"
But, that was just ludicrous,
As, I was about to kill him,
How could he love me?
And what's this he says, something about nothing happening with her?
Man, I know what I saw,
So as I stand here pointing his gun at him,
I almost stop,
For if I killed him,
My future would be very dim.
But as I regain my mind
I realize,
This is no time to be being kind.
So I pull the gun's trigger,
And time suddenly seems to linger,
Blood goes everywhere,
I've killed him,
Whatever happens to me now,
I don't care.
