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May 2010
The one with the pink bows in her hair
giving you that graceful stare
she falls in love, her eyes turn to hate
he broke her heart, nothing to appreciate
eyes turn ****** red
as she holds the gun up to his head
heart turned to solid stone
the side of her that is now shown
the side that no one likes to see
the pain rested deep inside me
the bleeding begins to start
when i blast the pistol through his heart
now you see that my pain
is your pain without a gain
Written by
Kasaundra Watta
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