Shoot
Shoot me, just do it
I see the gun, it's not hiding
Hiding, I’m not the gun isn’t either
I know you can aim, I know you can shoot.
End my life, it’s what you came here to do. Right?
Are you even bad? Do you even want me to die? Why are you here?
What's the real reason you're here? Just shoot me with the gun, have no fear.
I'm just a child, I can’t fight back, I don’t know your weakness, I only know mine!
The gun, I see it. I can take it to myself. Shoot before the police do.
If you do a good job no one will know.
Show me the real you, or just go below.
Hell is below, deep underground.
It might be real or just a fake, I don’t know
I’m just a child, so weak.
I don’t have the right or the mind to speak.
That’s what you think.
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