Two heads on a coin.

You're the little boy I saw running around
with the can of beer you found lying on the ground
empty thoughts for a mouth full of hate.

Eighteen and done, you missed the hole in one
laying on the bed with a fully loaded gun
empty thoughts for a mouth full of hate.

Thinking about the ones you'll leave behind
20/20 vision, and considered to be blind
Time to flip the coin, pull the trigger on heads.

In the air you care, you know what you want
Indecision will be left to haunt
now you're crying all alone again
The two faced coin separates children from men.