20 Bullets
Bang-bang, you're dead
Twenty bullets in your head
That's not pretty, that's what I saw
Missing the beauty of it all
Hey you What's your name?
Whyn't you come over and play our game?
I just stood there and shook my head
He said don't be scared it's just pretend
One is waiting at the fork in the road for her dad to come home
Two is counting by the side of the house and he's skipping numbers
Three is a photograph but she's turned her back at the very last second
Bang-bang, you're dead
Buried in a shoebox with a pillow for your head
That's not pretty, that's what I saw
Missing the beauty of it all
Autor(es): Christine Fellows
