It's too late, what's done is done,
You're no longer my number one.
Our times together were once fun,
But that's all over now, isn't it hun?
I grab the gun,
Cold despite the warm sun,
A deep breath,
Is all that stands between me, and my final rest.
The decision has been made,
It's time your debts be paid,
By living with the knowledge,
Of a life you destroyed,
Finger on the trigger,
I wonder if the words, "Man I miss her,"
Will ever float trough your head,
If my memory will live in the deepest, darkest, places in your mind,
Reminding you of the bed you've made.
Now, I say goodbye,
Cold steel meets warm skin,
Barrel to temple,
A twitch of my trigger finger,
That blows my mind,
And I End.
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