Peace Sign And A Heart
You're waging a war on the ones you care for
And you can't help but pull out your bullets
Load the gun,
Cock it and pull the trigger.
And with your weapon of choice slung over your sholder,
You're ready for a battle of stray artillery and friendly fire
Your enemies try to show a gesture of peace,
a sign containing fingers entwined with a heart
But you ignore the weaving of hope and forced smiles
And look away.
You stare into the sun,
trying with all your might to become blind
so you don't have to see your loved ones on the ground,
all the doings of your jealous thoughts