Brooding, thinking, lost in thought
Would things be better if I bit my tongue
It might have hurt then,but maybe less now
But at least the weight on my chest is no longer a tonne

Instead of my tongue
It was the bullet I bit
Piped up, spoke, fired my words
I was either firing blanks, or just didn't hit

But shooting is fun,
It's a popular hobby
I can blame the target
When my aim is just shoddy

But I've still got ammunition
And I'm gonna make it my mission

To be a better shot
I'll use metaphorical firearms
Show the world what I've got,
And what I can get
When the sights of my heart and mind
Are perfectly aligned

Cupid keep your bow and arrow
I've got guns,
Loves my ammo.