He sits in the back watching...
watching as they play games...

Blood...
Running down his arm...

He laid with her...
he held her in his arms...

He grabs the gun...
Loading his last shell...

Now he has heard...
What he needed to hear...

How does one do it
The one you love...

Watching the blood spray...
It runs down the wall...

He can feel it coming...
The walls that were taken down...

How could they know
No one could know...

All he wants...
He can not have...

Everyday he hopes...
hopes it will be the day...

Why do they always run to the bad guys...
They never see the nice guy right in front of...