20 Bullets

bang bang you're dead. 20 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.