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
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