Deadly Limit

Two boys, two shots, one boy, one body, no time to cool it.
One car, two cops, two guns, one bullet.
Trigger squeezed back, brains pushed out.
Everyone only asked why'd he have to take that route.

Rewind back four months, one black eye, one arm break.
Rewind back two weeks, seven bruises, one scrape.
Fast forward day-of, bloody nose, swollen lip.
He finally snapped, went home, no class, just skipped.

As he got home, he headed straight for his dads glock.
He knew the nine millimeter was in a closet in a box.
When he gripped it, thoughts hit him and his mind started slipping.
The thought of simply scaring someone completely went missing.

2:30 pm, outside the school he was waiting.
Impatient and nervous, in his head he was debating.
With his choice made, he walked to the school to put the gun in the trash.
But as he turned he got hit with the force of a crash.

One chuckle, many tears, one turn, one sound.
As the bullied stood up the bully went down.
Drowning out the sound of screams, sirens drew near.
His mind cleared up, and he panicked from the fear.

Two doors opened, two closed, 3 guns held, 2 hands shake.
At the moment his mind closed, he saw only one choice to take.
Two cops, one voice, "Stay calm and put the gun down."
But he panicked, raised it, then whispered "My life's all over now."

BANG!