Sitting alone in my bathtub, Holding my old man’s Glock,
My clothes still on, the sound of the ticking clock,
Staring at the scars on my arms,
Wanna shoot my brain out with the fire arm,
Took my dad’s bottle of throat burning whiskey,
Took few glasses of it as the job was bit risky,
Took few more cartridges from the night stand,
It was the prom night, I had no date cuz I was from retard land,
Took my rusty car dragged it to the school parking,
Went through the security the dog still barking,
Every one grooving on the slow beats the DJ playing,
Went to the senior washroom, place where I used to get the beating,
Closed the door behind took the Glock the bullets loading,
Thought the children were worse deserved it for bullying,
Darkness is my old friend nothings new for me,
Saw a girl getting hooked in the restroom with my bully,
Knocked the door he opened it grabbed me by throat,
I was all blue getting chocked,
Shot him in the chest he fell on the floor,
Shot again and again I wanted nothing more,
Changed the magazine again ready to pull the trigger,
Went out started shooting in the prom nothing to figure,
People shouting ,
People crying,
People running here and there,
I was shooting with no fear,
Being a book warm was it my fault,
Being beaten daily there’s no way I could have dealt,
Cop’s inside my dad in the front in the uniform aiming towards me,
Shouted to get on my knee,
Was shocked to see his son with his own gun,
But i knew it was vain to run,
Tried shooting one more kid,
My dad shooted the bullet hit,
I was on the floor bleeding,
Could see my life fleeing,
It was just the time I admit it,
I was just a fallen Maverick,
Maverick Wings 