Drop that gun. |
There’s a boy
That just don’t fit in among the rest
Fear of being alone rising in his chest
He’s disliked by others and loved by a few
You don’t know him but he knows you
The ones he used to trust, all stabbed him in the back
Noting to loose and he’s all dressed in black
Nothing to loose and one way out.
There’s a boy
That’s so scared his body is shaking
Still, he’s dead tired of all the faking
not as brave as he thought when he made up his plan
he dropped the gun before he ran
everyone deserves a second chance, maybe even life
twenty years from now: Volvo, kids and wife.
He thought “I have to keep fighting, stop hiding my scar”
Then he smiled, not noticing the car.
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| Kommentarer | | xstalkme - 17 nov 07 - 16:53 | | sanda4a: skratta du, jag skriver i alla fall mina texter själv. |
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