Pistols up! lets dual.
What do you do when you reach a point in your life when everything stands still waiting for you to make your move. But you never wanted to move. You wanted to stay frozen in time. But everything is still waiting and your just standing there pistols out ready to draw but wishing you could just fall down pretending to be dead.
So you decide to scream out "this isnt fair!" hoping they will see where your comming from and take all the pian away. But they're just as lost as you and they cant speak. Your all on your own and have no clue where to walk.
The tears start streaming down your face and you wipe them away. You take out your pistol and shoot. You miss and hit the closest person to you. They fall. He fell. My bullet in his chest. I never intended for this. I try to take it back but the blood is poring out now and i think this thing we have going is starting to end.
It all ends with the click of a phone and the ring of a ambulence. He's getting further away from me now. I cant see his face. I cant smell his hair. I want to take it back make this all go away. I drop my pistol and cry - no scream the tears cant come out fast enough. WIll he come home tonight? will we be ok? will this night turn out to be our saving grace or our last words. Please tell me cuz im dying and he just hung up the phone....dial tone
Pistols down - she's dead.
So you decide to scream out "this isnt fair!" hoping they will see where your comming from and take all the pian away. But they're just as lost as you and they cant speak. Your all on your own and have no clue where to walk.
The tears start streaming down your face and you wipe them away. You take out your pistol and shoot. You miss and hit the closest person to you. They fall. He fell. My bullet in his chest. I never intended for this. I try to take it back but the blood is poring out now and i think this thing we have going is starting to end.
It all ends with the click of a phone and the ring of a ambulence. He's getting further away from me now. I cant see his face. I cant smell his hair. I want to take it back make this all go away. I drop my pistol and cry - no scream the tears cant come out fast enough. WIll he come home tonight? will we be ok? will this night turn out to be our saving grace or our last words. Please tell me cuz im dying and he just hung up the phone....dial tone
Pistols down - she's dead.