Loaded Gun
I’m just like a loaded gun,
Sitting here and waiting.
Have a look at my hands,
They’re not even shaking.
You try to bring me down,
You tried to hurt my family and friends first.
With all the decisions you can make in life,
That had to be your worst.
I would guess that you don’t understand,
The way that my mind works.
When you go after me rip my heart out fast,
When I go after yours just know it will hurt.
You better think about this for the future,
I’m not the one that you want to test.
It doesn’t matter to me if your guns are loaded,
I will lay them down to finally rest.
Yet before I can give you a second chance,
I want you to know I see your fear is now showing.
I can see so many beads of sweat,
My how your blood must be flowing.
You should know now by looking into my eyes,
Don’t you see how they are changing?
Can’t you realize it’s time to back off now?
It’s you future and present thoughts I’ve slowly been rearranging.
I’m just lie a loaded gun,
Sitting here and waiting.
Have a good look at my hands now,
Can’t you see that their not shaking.
So now you have the knowledge,
Of what wakes me up inside.
Now are you smart enough to walk away,
If not do I have to strip you of your pride.
Walk away why you still can,
All inside me is finished waiting.
Walk while I still give you a chance,
There so much of yours I could be breaking.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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