Gun to My Head

~this poem is said in a loud song to show its anger~

I'm perfectly fine
holding a dandelion
in one hand
and the sweet trigger
to my head

You wanna mess with me?
I said BACK OFF
this is who i became to be

I wouldn't move
if i were you
I got one bullet
and I'm the one to shoot it

Ya, you can tell your friends
Thats your gun to my head
You told my deepest secrets
So now the wounds won't mend

Well it seems you've locked the door
Too late soon I'll be face down on your floor
Blood soaking into your shredded carpet
Your trigger my choice I'm THE ONE TO SHOOT IT!

YA YOU CAN TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS
THATS YOUR GUN TO MY HEAD! (THIS THING IS LOADED!)
You told my deepest secrets
So now the wounds won't mend

I can do what ever i please
You better not mess with me
You want the trigger to go and a life exploded
Or are you happy this thing's loaded?

Ya, you've got your GUN TO MY HEAD!
Your sins will only build after this!
And my heartache will never mend
But maybe I'll be something you'll miss!