Can anybody hear me?
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs.
I'm surrounded by people.
They're all holding guns.
They're pointed at me.

Their faces don't turn,
their eyes don't blink.
What have I done to earn
their cruel cold shoulder?
I feel so cold.

There is no eye contact.
My eyes only meet the barrel of a 45.
Pull the trigger, please!
I've been begging to die.
The silence will **** me first.

There is no light, there is no love.
The movies have lied
now look what it's done.
There is no savior.
I am too far gone.

August 19, September 15
Dates that will pool in the back of my mind.
Only stopped with a bullet
going 925.
It's only a matter of time.