The Shooting

Walking though the school with my dads 44.
12 gauge shotgun blasting down the door
In my mind there is no right or wrong
Holding my guns I should of known this all along

I wish they would of got to know me
Then they wouldn’t need to die
I wonder how many of them got to say good-bye

I bet they will call me crazy & insane
Could have been worse I could of hijacked a plane
I wish I could of told them what they had done
But the last thing they will hear is the sound of my gun.