"I've been shot" ,
That's when I pulled the trigger .

If I tell you this secret
Do you promise
To tell no one ?
If I whisper this
Into your ear will you
Promise to never repeat it ?
The truth is I'm lost
Unable to see the light
Unable to see any good
I'm a worn out sweater
Worse a dying batterie
I'm an abandoned soul just
Left here to die

your hot breath Consumes my ears
my neck, Victim to your tongue
Heated Passion
with kisses that Burn