Gun.

by meghan   May 2, 2006


She really didnt know what to do
She had absolutely no clue
She picked up the gun
And tried to find
How it worked,
How it made people die.
She brought it to her head,
Said her last words,
"I love you baby, this is your curse."
Pulled the trigger
Right on herself
Just because they played with her
Like a doll on a shelf

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