shots fired
When i close my eyes all i see is shots fired
people crying trying to figure out why
it hurts so bad to see these young kids die
mothers burying their kids so soon
nightmares turn into reality
dreams are always buried
the only thing you can hold and know is the name of a gun
shots fired no names no face just a boom to a gun
feelings dont matter in society anymore
soon people might just purchase there own coffins knowing there gone
people all think their invisible
that there words dont matter
they have no one to talk to
so slowly they only have one friend
and that friend is that lovely gun\
shots fired boom boom boom
blood spilling out
people feeling no remorse
just continue on living what they think is called life
how can this world be upside down
kids getting buried so young
shots fired boom boom boom
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