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I warned you a thousand times, I'm not afraid to fight back anymore...

I can't stand your angry screams, I can't take your hands around my throat, I can't handle these regretable tears I cry at night, I hate how you try to tear me apart from day to day even when your no where around...

Vengence flows through my faded veins tonight, in this broken home, you fight my mom, my heart is in my throat, as time becomes a time bomb impatiantly waiting to go off, words are spilt over the rim of my glass and I hold this heavy gun behind my back...

For all those times you touched me, for all those times you pushed me around, for all those times you threw words at my mother and hammered her into the wall like a nail, for all the things you've done to shake this family like a leaf on a tree, for all the times you've used us, just to throw us all away...

As you turn around I tighten my grip on this cold heartless gun, you stare at my mother with your wretched eyes and I feel like ripping you in half as you slam open your shiney new truck, I scream at you, my sister runs to her room crying...

The engine doesn't even cough as you violently start it, I hold this loaded gun, shaking it in my hand, i hold it to you, and this loaded gun becomes undone, my bullet tumbles out, propelling itself towards you, through the window it crashes, shattering the windsheild into a million shards...

Suddenly the engine roars and you peel out the drive way, glass quickly trailing behind, i cluth the shot gun in my hand and wander over to the hot bullet laying on the ground where your truck once was...

I shove it in my pocket and keep it there, waiting to see you again, because the next time I see you, your going to die...