The Gun Pressed Against Your Head

I sit here, watching you
Wishing someday you might be mine
Like I wanted you
I'm seeing all the blood that falls
From your arms, from your father
I see how much he hurts you
That you cant stand another day
I want to help you somehow
But I cant find the words
Just to say hello
I look up to see your face close to mine
I guess now is my chance
A blush creeps across my cheeks
A tear escapes your eyes
I'm scared to wipe it away
The guns pressed against your head
The click of the trigger
I'm covered in your blood, disbelief in my eyes
I guess I can't help you any more
I just hope my smile brought some warmth to you