Through A Killer's Eyes

Walking down the hall, gun in hand
You all ask me, does it make me feel like a man?
The answer is unclear
After all the screams I hear
The grim guilt is setting in, making me immobile
The knot in my stomach starts to form, my thoughts are no longer noble
The shots have been fired, the damage is done
Still holding tight to this gun
I see their faces in my mind, haunting me
I was so blind to everything they could see
It hurts to live with what I did
After today, I am no longer a kid
So go ahead, ask me the question
Does it make me feel like a man?
I finally can answer it, I really can
No, it does not
So with this answer, I end my strife
Along with those I killed, I take my own life