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Why

I never really knew what happened that night I was a little bit late, but home was in sight I walked in the door and I saw you there Tears in your eyes, gun in your hand You stared and at me and pointed the gun I asked why, but you couldn’t talk You pulled the trigger, I hit the ground I never knew what I did to make you so mad I loved you, but still you cried, still you pulled the trigger You watched me die, I don’t care what you did that night I just want to know why, why did pull the trigger, Why did you sit there and let me die?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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