Maybe she's a crybaby
Or maybe he's difficult at times
And maybe they overdo some things
But that gives you no right what so ever
To fire a bullet at a fellow being
They dodged the bullet this time
But what about the next time?
And the time after that?
Because you know what?
Whoever you're shooting at is eventually going to get tired
They're going to get tired of surviving life
Rather than living life
They're going to get tired of dodging your **** shots
Then they've let down their defenses
And that bullet that you have aimed at their heart takes their life
Now you're a murderer
But all of this,
These ongoing battles
These blood strewn battlefields
These victims that just can't take it any longer
This all can be avoided if you would just lend your target your shield
You could walk away with an ally
But, most leave with blood on their hands
Don't be the one behind the gun,
Instead help the wounded bandage their bullet holes
You never know if your words will be the gun
Or if they will nurse a broken soul back to health
Do or don't,
The choice is yours