The God Damned Gun
this confrontation
is more than i can handle
these expectations
are over-running my life
your honesty
is killing me
so tear me down
and burn me out
wipe away these pitiful tears
cause i cant bear to see you cry
I'm worthless to you
and you're everything to me
so why don't we share the cost
of that god damned gun?
darling, it's just a game of
Russian roulette.
Copyright © Erin Paule | Year Posted 2010
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