You hear the gunshots.
You hear the screams.
You can listen to the silence.
You go down tthe hall.
So see the victims.
You know them all.
You know the killer..
As a ghost in the room.
You have a feeling, he knows you too.
He's the boy!
The only boy you bullied
Called him a fagget,
Told him to die
Told him to cuT
Edged him on
He couldnt stand it much longer
The words cut him deep.
He grabbed the gun
As he started to weep.
He came to school
Gun in hand.
Shot them all, with a bullet in their head.
You're next you asshole, the jerk who edged him on.
You turn around, to faced a loaded shotgun.
You're next.
YOU ARE READING
Lyric Book
RandomBasically this is a book of lyrics that I come up with. It's full of lyrics that I could be sitting on the couch and suddenly start singing to myself at the spur of the moment. They all kind of mean something to me. My Dad has always told me "you sh...
