Pistol

This pistol- my best friend,
Always a helping hand to lend,
You helped me kill those pesky kids,
That's what friendship really is,

When my brother had no right,
You shot his friend to end the fight,
And when I cried- you were there,
When I had so much to bare,

We were friends through thick and thin,
You shot that girl so I could win,
But that boy broke up with me,
And you shot him a new hole to see,

But, my friend, we cant not last,
Lets end it all with a final blast,
I have so much to own up to,
And all my friends amount to two,

In the end they'll find,
Three bodies in a line,
My brother's,
Your's,
And mine...