Underneath
I know I'm the problem
My fractured thoughts remind me constantly
My love
I've got the bullet
But I never wanted the gun
I think I fall in love everyday
Strangers on the street I'll meet someday
I think I love them all
But I never intend to fall
I know I'm not the problem
His actions show me consistently
I'm stuck in distain
He handed me the gun
After unloading the bullets at my feet
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