His mothers speaking,
but he just aint caring,
his music blaring,
inside he's flaring,
cant let go of this grudge he's baring.
Sometimes he just wont go home,
too pissed he just feels numb,
he knows where its heading he aint that dumb,
drowns his sorrow with a bottle of rum,
alone in his room as he cocks the gun.
Hes lost it.
hes about to relase his rage,
he just needs to be set free of this cage,
trying so hard to turn to a new page
hes ready to die despite his age.
Chrous:
He just shoots the gun,
his heart pounding he dont like the way its sounding,
but his rage is stronger than he'll ever be so many people die tonight because of the way he was treated,
god help him,
this boy doesnt know what he's doing,
bang bang,
only took one shot to his head surrounded by the many who are now dead.
Under his hands, his rage,
just because it's where he stands in his life. Bang bang.
Its too easy, how things turned out,
now everything is cold,
he looks at those around him he killed, its not how he wanted things to unfold,
what a derogatory sight for him to behold,
he puts the gun to his head, and says fuck it, cuz thats what he'd always been told. Bang bang
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