𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)

Pull The Trigger

Broken little girls always go to hell if they sin but people can't hold it at all.

Thinking they were just fine best believe they were pushed too far to be saved, sitting up all night thinking what they did wrong.

"OH NO!"

The ones that picked on them for wearing the mask- trying to be civil even with anxiety and the voices in their heads. Telling them to kill once they counted to 10, having murder in their eyes, the sirens outside wondering who was dead the girls making up for the crimes in the past. 

No one bothered to ask? 

Their brother asked why they did it they said-

Best believe we did it- we're pushed to far from the sea. Once we had our back against the wall, 

"They better run."

Now we have our dark past best tricked what they pulled on me. 

NOW WE'RE SOMEONE YOU DON'T WANT TO MEET AT ALL!

"OH NO!"

Kids like us always tried to run...
Questioning why we run and hide....

They were tired of being beaten up, tired of living with the monsters under their bed- listening to the rumors as they counted when the time comes thinking everybody won't ruin it in the end...

Even when they were all alone it was the world against them, deciding perfect timing to-

SLIT THEIR THROATS- FEED FOR THEMSELVES THAN THEY'LL SEE!

They had a dark past best believe there pushed to far to see, with their backs against the wall...

"Now they better run..."

Having a darker side pulling a gun you wont see it, one last trick up their sleeves.

PUSHED TO FAR- MURDERED BOTH THEIR PARENTS AND THEY DON'T WANT TO BE HELPED AT ALL!!!

"Now these girls got a-"

Pull the trigger you better not run...
They can't run, they won't hide....

"Someone please get them off that ride!"

They can't run pull the trigger-
Kill you both 10 at night...
To bad you didn't save us in time....

"Pushed too far now scream!"