A bullet in the barrel, finger on the trigger.
Pressured by existence, less for you to figure.
Clean shot if you pull, but wait just a second.
A sister who loves you, is reason to reckon.
And if ever a time, she can't come to your aide.
Don't exaggerate or regret a mistake which was made.
For her blood is your blood, the same curse through her veins.
Feel your pulse and grab hold of the reins.
Swallow what you chew and figure it out.
No wagons to fall off of, no pity parties to pout.
Always something to appreciate in life and of itself.
Be so selfish to forget that... I'll see you in hell.