The barrel that decides,
Life or death,
As i cry into the deep hole,
The bullet does not weaken,
I stare at the killer,
Eye to eye,
Hoping it's a blank,
A bullet that can tear my heart apart,
But one mad squeeze of the trigger,
Can make my soul scream in horror,
I wonder through nightmares,
Is the bullet in the chamber,
Will it fire and end my hurt,
Will the barrel of love,
Shine with a glare of happiness,
Or rust away and never be renewed,
Through the tears i cry,
But i drop my jaw,
and wonder why hasn't the real gun,
Ended my life wile i cry i cry and smile at the same time.
