• I hate the horrible life I live,
    No, no one understands,
    The disgust that rushes through me,
    When I'm held in someone's hands.
    To know i can cause so much pain,
    So much hurt and broken hearts,
    I hate myself and my creator,
    Thinking about it breaks my lead heart.
    And when I'm taken from the dark,
    I want to scream and cry,
    I know their about to use me,
    Oh please no, oh why?
    They hold me tight with tears in their eyes,
    And squeeze upon my trigger,
    Letting me make my final noise,
    Before I see another still figure.
    I feel so guilty its all my fault,
    I'm a horrible killing machine,
    How could someone create such a life,
    Someone as dangerous as me?
    Every minute they cross my mind,
    All the people I have harmed,
    And all the people who have used me,
    The horrible Gun