Day Of The Gun

Don't even touch the gun,
It aint for you,
And it sure isn't fun,
So please let go,
Just watch the trigger,
Push the trigger!,
Set me free,
Your work here is done,
Hiding from the gun,
I always did,
Couldn't pull it,
But you came round calling,
And you thought you won,
So you picked it up,
You picked the god damned gun,
Shoved it into my head,
I let out no sound,
Knowing I might end up dead,
The magazine filled with 9mm round,
Doesn't faze me,
Won't bother me,
Just squeeze!,
Pull it!,
Set me free,
Give me what I've dreamed,
From the gun I wont flee,
Then blows the breeze,
Your hand will soon fit,
The space between my face,
And your anger,
But I want it you see,
Shoot me good,
Shoot me to save grace,
I kiss the barrel,
You pull it away,
Just let it be,
Why couldn't you nip the bud?,
And give me my day,
Away in heaven,
So I pray,
For the courage,
When I'd have the vigour,
To one day,
Pull the trigger.