When no one's looking, I place my finger's to my temple in a gun-shape, and blast.
Out go my brains, perhaps.
When no one's looking, I move my hands up to my neck and squeeze tight. In my head, I argue, "I just want something solid to hold onto."
Tonight, we'll write the words we want to say on paper,
and burn it.
It's funny, because it's not a joke, but people still laugh.
It's funny, because all of it's not really a game.
Bang, bang, you're dead.
Or is it me?