America "The Great"
Anxiety fills me as I remember the glimmer coming off the gun,
I remember people telling it'll be alright hun,
but they don't know,
they don't know the struggle of having to live with that
or being startled by a drop of a hat,
I live in fear.
They don't know that I look to see where all the exits are
just in case anything gets too far,
Yet they still chant " The 2nd Amendment protects our rights"
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