So I’ve pulled the trigger,
Now what do I do?
Can’t turn back now,
The moment of truth.
There you are,
Bullet to the head,
You were right beside me,
Now your dead.
You said I couldn’t do it,
So I proved it to you,
Too bad your not here,
To see I came through.
The blood quickly spills,
And I can’t help but smile,
A sinister one,
That stems from denial.
I don’t yet know,
It hasn’t set in,
That I have committed
The ultimate sin.
So I say it was you,
And the gun hit the floor,
When it fell from your hand,
While I walked in the door.
I heard the shot,
I shed some tears,
I had known you forever,
Many a years.
Little do they know,
That it was all me,
Its between me and God,
Our eyes did see.
You and I are the only ones
Who know the truth,
But you can’t speak,
On behalf of dead you.
So here I am,
Getting away,
And living to see,
Another day.
So until the day I meet with God,
And we sort this out,
And I plead like a dog,
No one knows,
It was me, and not you,
And not even you know,
That I came through.
This isnt true or anything, just something I wrote.
