Bullets screaming through the air Bloddy figures laying everywhere

Sounds of crying and pain Who is to blame?

Feeling cold and numb How could we have been so dumb?

Seeing your friends laying there You, feeling dead and bare

This couldn't happen, right?
There wasn't anything for the bullet to bite

We poked and made fun But it was ended by the gun

He stood, she stood Upon the wood

Letting loose a string of shots Perfect little dots

We're standing there You start to care

"Too late."

B-A-N-G

"You're dead."