Hands on my head,
What have I done?
I should have emptied the bullets,
Out of that gun,
But now it's too late,
She lies on the floor,
I rush in a panic,
As there's a knock at the door,
Nobody answers,
I can't I'm too scared,
I hear lots of footsteps,
Rushing up stairs,
There's police everywhere,
Then there's my mum,
And it's then, only then,
I know what I've done,
I never wanted all this,
I cry out with a plea,
For it's then that I notice,
The young girl..... is me.
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