Cock It And Pull It

Taking every hit,

Silently screaming,

She turns up her stereo,

She tries dreaming,

The music flowing in,

She tries to close the door…

She tries to tell herself the truth,

But she only falls to the floor.

The truth can be hard to accept,

When you want it to be more,

But you can't get what you want,

And the truth you fall down before…

The music floods the room,

Drowning out her sobs and cries,

They can't hear or find her,

Her every last hope dies…

Truth sinking in,

The gun held in her hand,

Her breathing intense,

Her hope still trying to stand…

She places her fingers on the trigger,

She opens and loads in a bullet,

Aiming at her mirror with her reflection,

The trigger, she'll cock it and pull it…

The truth can hurt,

And the truth can kill,

But it's hard when she only wanted,

Something to feel…

The truth was she loved someone,

But they were only to be friends,

She turns the gun to herself,

Just as the music ends…

People tell her she's ugly,

And others say she's not,

The mirror tried to define her,

And was broken from a gun shot…

How can truth be so hurtful?

How can love cause such pain?

Why did some tell her she's ugly?

May her anger not be in vane…

Truth sinking in,

The gun held in her hand,

Her breathing intense,

Her hope still trying to stand…

She places her fingers on the trigger,

She opens and loads in a bullet,

Aiming at her heart, herself,

The trigger… she'll cock it and pull it…