Father’s Gun Dystopia

Got a gun
It's a real one
Should be fun
My father's gun
A new feeling
Load bullets one-by-one
Cold steel in my hand
Click, click. Try me
I visit it everyday
Time passes, but I can't stay away
I'm lonely
I have no one
It's just me and my gun
Got my gun
A revolution
Against me
My worst enemy
I don't have no one
I don't want no one
And I show no love
To anyone on the other side of the gun
What have I become
A threat to me and the ones I love
Stare at the mirror and spit on my reflection
Tears stain my bed
I write a letter to my mom and dad
Telling them their son has failed them once again
Gun in my mouth
I pull the trigger
And my brains come out
The same story
A dead son
A father's gun