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**** a love story Let me tell you a true one A flesh and blood story That might get a bit gruesome So a boy meets a girl The way a brain meets a bullet She's got her finger on the trigger As he begs her not to pull it She answers every text And laughs at every joke He drinks it all in Until he's ready to choke So he says it, "I Love You" And she doesn't respond He starts waving the white flag Wishing instead for a wand He says "forget it, we're friends" She breathes a sigh of relief While with everything he has He hides his signs of defeat He acts like everything's normal She thinks that everything is But underneath, he's a wreck He cannot settle for this So he tells her again And then cries her a lake When she says it would be best If they took a little break So a couple of months pass As he tries to forget her With every one of the blunts passed He wishes he'd never met her One day she calls him and says "hey I've missed you, let's catch up" He thinks her mind's changed But, she just wants to get lunch So a couple of months pass And it seems like nothing changed Because for her nothing has And for him it's the same She looks at him with those eyes And so again he tries his luck The noose in her smile Tightens and ties him up He runs home wishing That he'd never have lived Love was his only ambition Life should be better than this So what's the point in living it? He thinks, as he chambers a bullet One finger on the trigger As he begs himself to pull it The cold steel touches his lips The way that he wishes hers had He pulls the hammer, it clicks Only one way to reverse that. He puts the gun down As he picks up a razor And carves into his arms All of the ways that he hates her.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Love Story
**** a love story Let me tell you a true one A flesh and blood story That might get a bit gruesome So a boy meets a girl The way a brain meets a bullet She's got her finger on the trigger As he begs her not to pull it She answers every text And laughs at every joke He drinks it all in Until he's ready to choke So he says it, "I Love You" And she doesn't respond He starts waving the white flag Wishing instead for a wand He says "forget it, we're friends" She breathes a sigh of relief While with everything he has He hides his signs of defeat He acts like everything's normal She thinks that everything is But underneath, he's a wreck He cannot settle for this So he tells her again And then cries her a lake When she says it would be best If they took a little break So a couple of months pass As he tries to forget her With every one of the blunts passed He wishes he'd never met her One day she calls him and says "hey I've missed you, let's catch up" He thinks her mind's changed But, she just wants to get lunch So a couple of months pass And it seems like nothing changed Because for her nothing has And for him it's the same She looks at him with those eyes And so again he tries his luck The noose in her smile Tightens and ties him up He runs home wishing That he'd never have lived Love was his only ambition Life should be better than this So what's the point in living it? He thinks, as he chambers a bullet One finger on the trigger As he begs himself to pull it The cold steel touches his lips The way that he wishes hers had He pulls the hammer, it clicks Only one way to reverse that. He puts the gun down As he picks up a razor And carves into his arms All of the ways that he hates her.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
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