put down you're weapons and open you're hearts

The clock on the wall manifests the number 2:19 pm as we are about to rap up our day we didn't know the words we spoke might be the last ones we say bang, bang shots rang through the halls  he raised his gun killing my friends but he didn't even care he continued to take the lives of the young causing my body to freeze as if  I were paralyzed bang, bang this time I was hit I feel my life slowly drifting away but I guess that's the price we young ones have to pay because you guys wont put you're weapons away