Your Gun To My Head
You broke me down,
You tore me apart.
I hope your happy.
Sisters are supposed to be there for you,
not the one against you,
There supposed to help you with your problems,
Not cause them.
So go to your friends,
Wont they be happy you have your gun to my head.
Just go tell them all.
Bring more tears upon my face.
I cant have one happy day,
All because of you.
SO go,
Tell all your friends,
About your gun to my head,
I bet there all be happy.
Copyright © Sierra Biersack | Year Posted 2011
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