Trigger

Walking south along the river

Never had he found that twist of pleasure

Remembering times when they were younger

Setting the town on fire

And watching as his fellow friends

Fell apart in the wake

Claiming it was all just a mistake

When his finger pulled the trigger

And he shot everyone

It was all just a mistake

When he shot everyone

Nothing will stand in the way

When hunger hasn't eaten for days

Scrounges around where ends meet

Then disappears into the fray

He hopes for a while he can reconcile

But the pain that never dies

The ghosts of his family constantly

Gnawing at his inside

He pulls out a worn out photo

And an old handmade gun

Wishes it was he who was frying

When he set the whole town on fire

He walks off crying

He shot everyone