I normally feel blue, but all I can see is red.
The anger you provoke still churning in my head.
Mixing with feelings of anger and woe.
From the change of roles from friend to foe.

Your words were laced with lies, hidden behind a smile.
By the time I figured it out, I was just another in the pile.
Just another notch in your well worn belt.
Left to reform my heart from when you made it melt.

I decided that it was time for you to be done.
So I went to my friend and he gave me a gun.
I loaded it with vengeance, pulled the trigger, and boom.
Little did I know it would bring me to my doom.

The discharge from the recoil blew me away.
And from the hole in your chest, neither of us could stay.
It turns out you had a heart after all.
It's a pity that a bullet was your swan song.