my last love held his gun to his head
So sweet so kind
The gun was not
Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife
My friend liked to drink
He fell down the stairs
bled out
Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground
Off the side onto the rails
I watched him jump
His shoes popped off
my guardian angel
we all have one right
Mine walk with a black mist
She wears all black
Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely
I was told she watches over you
to protect and guild
My angel is death
She keeps me still and silent
She watches and reminds
She’s not far off
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
my last love held his gun to his head
So sweet so kind
The gun was not
Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife
My friend liked to drink
He fell down the stairs
bled out
Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground
Off the side onto the rails
I watched him jump
His shoes popped off
my guardian angel
we all have one right
Mine walk with a black mist
She wears all black
Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely
I was told she watches over you
to protect and guild
My angel is death
She keeps me still and silent
She watches and reminds
She’s not far off