The Gun

Scars of love stain you you even seem to hate you I left no life to remind you of what I was to you You think I'm gone; I've just begun Your life is my gun; I'm pulling your trigger for fun What is the problem with all this? never protect me, never me you miss You're happy, in perfect bliss. Such sweet words, from your blood red kiss. Your heart I'm gonna rip apart so sad you can't understand When are you gonna start, to finally be a man? You think that I'm sad; look what I had! Your life is my gun and I'm pulling your trigger for fun