Why

by Eva
(Queensland)

She takes the gun to her head
thinks of you and curses the air.
What brought her here?
What brings her tears?

She walks through the door
steps into her classroom.
New school, new town
she's done this before.
So why do her butterflies fly?
it must be because this times year 10.

Why does everyone stare?
Have they never seen a girl before?
Why must all the boys be tools?
These people don't know how to have fun.
No parties, no drinks, no drugs of any kind
do they know how to even make love?
They're so innocent and inexperienced.
Half of them haven't even kissed.

They'd think me a slut.
They'd call me unstable.
They'd believe I'm made.
They'd say I've done things not many would do.

It's hardly true i just come from different ways
they'll think it anyway, i know they will.
Then he came out of the crowd
he made me think him different.
He filled my head with love and dreams.
Why did i believe them?

They called me a slut for sleeping with him.
They never mentioned the slut who did so,
while i was still dating him.
He cheated on me.
He lied, he's not different.
He used me, he's just like the rest of them.

I loved you, why did you use me?
Did you love me ever?
no

I take the gun to my head.
I think of you and curse the air.
I curse this place and all who live here.
Cock the gun and close your eyes...
Pull the trigger,

Boom