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