Daddy, please! For sure you see police outside our house In front of the school gate I know you, Don’t come runnin’ in, whatever you do, don’t get close! Please!! You get killed too, Don’t want you dying! Love you too much Too dangerous! Somebody gotta look after gran Big guy locked us all in Happened like lightening I don’t know why I don’t know why they taking so long! He’s gotten one of them rifles I seen in the supermarket, You know, near the bread I seen him round school before He’s only eight years older than me He never looked like no murderer. Just a big kid but The machine gun he’s carryin’ is most terrifying thing I ever seen It’s pointing right at us He’s so angry his eyes are hot glass He’s like drunk with hate His face is ill-white, nasty-shiny Swear he can’t see us We're his dartboard He ain't hearing no tears He shootin’ us one by one My friend’s slumped to the floor Half the floor is red in blood Never seen so much blood 'fore Never knew we had so much Ten years old blood, My teacher’s blood, My best friend’s blood, Is spilling on the floor, It's on my shoes, under the chair. Blood wants to ‘scape under the door I can't scream, can't find my voice Don't know why I'm too scared I can hear like maybe police next door They got the wrong room? Don't understand Feels like this has been years I wish they’d get him Half ‘us, our eyes tight shut in fear The others, already dead My heart's beating louder than them shots he fires I just know we all done This machine gun is the last thing we gonna see Daddy I love you I know we argued a bit sometimes ‘bout things, But it was nothin' I love you I know you loved me I know I was loved Promise me you always remember This ain't your fault Nothin' you can do Try an' suffer least you can We’re Sandy Hook We did them drills Just in case, like they told us to Them drills were like a game of hide ‘n seek So we learn how ta hide. There ain't nowhere in here ta hide Door jammed shut It don’t feel like no game Someone rung 911 on their cell They already late, Only eleven us left Now he started shootin’ the floor The noise! I think I’m deaf now Don’t be angry for ever about this Then you letting this murderer win! Ask for help, you gonna need it Tell gran I love her Your the best dad and she's the best gran Only thing you can do Fight that national rifle club we talked 'bout. Fight that association that thinks it’s OK sell guns to big kids Fight this shootin' disease That’s what you gotta do when I'm gone Laws ain't changed nothing Protest outside that rifle club Start extinction rebellion ‘gainst them guns. I’m next, I'm sure of it Hug we had after breakfast 's gotta do Police ain't coming Our blood's getting out before us Them that are left 'll see our blood escape Out under that door.
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