I'm seeing through tears,
as I walk down the hall.
Her suicide meant nothing,
a mere answer to their call.

They were the ones who called her,
call her well they did.
Taunting and threatening her,
she merely did their bid.

I walk down the hall,
all alone now.
Nobody seems to notice,
and my head strts to bow .

I neat the end of the hall.
I end the near of the years.
I pull the gun out of my pocket,
and I'm seeing through tears.

I shoot them all down,
every single one.
never again will they murder,
the deed has been done.

I put the gun in my mouth,
remembering the good times.
My finger's on the trigger,
I hear the churchbell chimes.

I think of all the memories,
all the lost careers,
all the shattered skulls,
and my eyes fill with tears.