I'm tired of getting shot at
Using my own trust as bullets against me
I mean this isn't our first stand off
But I guess you can't even call it that
A stand off includes two enemies and two guns
What do you call it when there's one gun and one victim?
Then again, am I really a victim?
I personally handed you the ammo
You could even say I loaded your gun
And all I did was stand still
As you shot me down
I didn't even fight the pain
As you left me there
I just got back up and went on my way
Then I saw you again and gave you more ammo
And you scarred my beating heart
You didn't have to, you know
Use the bullets I didn't mean to give away
You didn't need to store them for when I was weak
How could you be so proud to hold so much power over me?
You use the power for the works of evil
You take my views and ball them all up
They're like trash to you.
USELESS.
DISAPPOINTING
Aren't you tired of shooting at innocents
Not the trait but the type of person
I don't mean to do it
Give you that much ammo, so much power
I just get so excited and have to tell someone
And there you are with open ears
I don't mean to feed your magazine*
Yet I stand so straight, so calm
Like a personal target
I'm not a target, you know
I'm a human with feelings
You don't seem to care if you hurt
I don't fight back, I make it super easy
I know in that sense it's my fault
Which makes me a coward
But you don't have to shoot
You could choose a new weapon
Bullet wounds hurt more
But love has an advantage
Yet the killing of hope is what makes you a villain
Do you still feel proud, so happy
Now that you know the truth
You power hunger, gun shooting fiend you
It won't stop
This game we play
I know it and so do you
I'll keep standing up straight and proud in my own way
And you'll keep shooting me down
At least now I know what we really do to one another
I hope we grow and change one day
I hope one day I'll take out a gun of my own
I don't know if I would shoot
If you were me, would you?
I won't shoot at you
The way you did me
No one needs to hurt the way I do
Having this much pain is difficult to handle
But I forgive you for this time and the next
I won't give you anymore ammo
Or at least I will try not to
Old habits are harder to break
Besides you have enough bullets
And I'm through being your target


*Where bullets are loaded to be shot out of the gun