Something our english teacher had us write this was the result br br br br That’s it I’m done br Nothing left is fun br That’s it I’m done br It’s time to find a gun br br I’m through with fear br I’m done with the cries br I’m sick of pretending br I’m sick of the lies br br Your on your way over br I cannot wait br The gun loaded br Now it’s up to fate br br I can remember the day br Like it was yesterday br You came over quickly br And wanted to “play” br br A knife in your hand br Sobs and cries you cover br You shout out a command br As I’m forced down lower br br You took away my pride br And left me there to die br I’ve lived to face another day br A curse you’ve left me anyway br br The daily fear of you br Always searching for you br Threats and moment I hide br Everyday is full of lies br br I see your car arrive br I wait behind the door br The gun in my hand soars br My eyes scream no more br br The doorknob turns silently br The gun cocked and loaded br You open the door slowly br There’s no time for pleasantries br br As soon as I see your face br I pull the trigger with grace br A loud band gills the room br No more worries I’m throughbr br Scarred Unknownbr br