The Bullets Call

You pop a pill
To ease the pain
Now it's time
To try again.

Your daughter's gone
Til six o'clock
She won't have to
Go through the shock.

The shock from walking
Through the door.
Seeing mom's dead body
On the floor.

Finally he left
His gun at home
And left you there
All alone.

You open up
That shiny case
In the gun
You see your face

It feels so cold
Against you head
You try to forget
What they said.

You're not insane
Just insecure
You're ready to die
You feel so sure.

So as the tears
Begin to fall
You her the bullet's
Tempting call

You count to ten
and start to squeeze
C'mon pull it
Please Please Please

I am the devil
And you are dead
All thanks to
That dull hard lead.

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