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The Holder Of The Gun

Baby, there's no other,

No someone else,

It's hard to balance this love,

Feelin' like my heart's on stilts

 

Can't look down,

No, I can't turn around,

They say to love with your life,

But, I don't know how,

Baby, these walls,

They're crashing down,

Just wish you were here to see me now.

 

Her heartbeat gets faster,

At last her,

Lungs give out,

 

She's bleedin,

Just wishin' she was dreamin',

She don't want this life no more,

So used to droppin' and leavin'.

 

But this game she's playin',

All it does is mess with her heart,

Her soul shatters,

And falls apart,

At the scene,

Left with senseless scars.

 

Now she's screamin',

As her death's redeemin',

"I don't want this pain in my chest!"

Lord, put me to rest!

 

Never wake me up, bury me deep,

Make sure it's deep enough that n one will hear my screams.

 

No rear windows,

Can't change what's done,

Her soul lifts beyond the sun,

It wasn't supposed to be her, she wasn;t the one.

Lucky for her, the guilt lies within the holder of the gun.

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Jul 15, 2010
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