I dreamt last night
All my friends were there in sight
One of us had a gun
And was killing the rest one by one

I saw him shoot it (I'm sorry Max)
That first shot killed his best friend (I'm so sorry Max)
My, that would be painful (It's not my fault)
My, that would last a lifetime (Please forgive me)

His girlfriend next, choices (James, No!)
He would have to make (What have I done?)
Those he loved, he cared for (I thought he loved me)
Their blood on his hands (No, please, not her)

The massacre was picking up speed
Six more victims
Eight bullets
None left for himself or me

Why did I have to be left alone here
Why wasn't I shot
Why can't I be with the rest of them
Why did this happen

Ten friends that day
Two came out alive
A madman
And a boy with a gun

I had a dream last night
I dreamt the things that were not right
One of us cried his eyes raw
And wound up more lonely than ever before