Your mouth is a smoking gun.
Reloading for the next reply,
After insults have been fired.
Shoot me down where I stand,
Silence me before the quipped-barrel clicks.
Triggered, you shoot the messenger,
Before our story had finished.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
Your mouth is a smoking gun.
Reloading for the next reply,
After insults have been fired.
Shoot me down where I stand,
Silence me before the quipped-barrel clicks.
Triggered, you shoot the messenger,
Before our story had finished.
Started out simple but kind of became about the past ghosts who tried to put me down. But I'm back for my redemption. Taking back my life to where I want it to be.
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