Whats the thought inside the gun
Its time to shoot or time to run
Theres a hidden stink running around
Look can you find it,
Is it on the ground
Why do people always choke in these sorts of situations
A knife may as well do the same
Just a moment and it will end all the pain
But what does it think as the blood drips down
Creating a pool of red, deep enough to drown
They, all thinking you are insane
Take you to to a doctor
To see if something is wrong with your brain
A pill is prescribed
and with a shiny new toy, you are bribed
A rainbow-coloured sticker
to place next to your jet-black heart
They want to stop your insane ways
But in the end who really pays
Then look arond and see who really stays