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I can feel the gun pressed
To my head
My throat
My back
Why don’t you pull the trigger?
End the misery
The pain
The life
That’s in your hands
Yours to look after
Don’t break it
Don’t lose it
It’s always been
Him
You
Us
Since the day we met
Talked
Kissed
Died
I love you
Always have
Always will
I’m sorry
-BANG-
- by cre8ive_ovadose |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/27/2010 |
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