It's been a while since we last met.
Remember how that last touch felt?
You ran away. You left me alone.
I couldn't hear your cries no more.

I miss the way we used to play,
even when all colors turned gray.
I love the way I'd make you scream;
it mixed well with your heartbeat.

And so this rhythm became our game,
but you still begged me to end the pain.
You claimed the game was never fun.
You were so mad you had a gun.

Placed your finger on the trigger, and pulled it.
Before you knew, you had ran out of bullets.
Too bad for you. You couldn't hit me even once.
"Now come here, baby, we'll have one last dance."

We played one last time, but it wasn't the same.
It was the last time you would play any game.
We played and played untill I couldn't hear you screaming,
and your heart was now gone. It had stopped the beating.