For once in my life,
I let someone hold a gun to my head,
I trusted him to not pull the trigger,
Which he didn't,
For a short while,
He didn't commit this on his own,
She placed her hand over his,
She told him things he missed hearing from her lips,
She pulled the trigger for him but left her finger prints out of it,
She used him to get back at me.
Sadly,
She wouldn't need him for anything else,
He didn't know that,
He didn't know that he was just a cover up to get back at me,
He was just finger prints she needed,
He was just lips she tasted,
He was nothing to her,
But that boy was something to me,
Now he's just the guy who pulled the trigger,
And I'm just a person with their brains blown out.