What if I told you this pen felt like a gun
and these words were the bullets
And if my thoughts are the trigger
and you were my paper
would you let me pull it?
If so I'll treat this ink like it's my blood
put my pen to paper, like a gun to the head
and hopefully write too many words
so you'll never see me again
2d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC
What if I told you this pen felt like a gun
and these words were the bullets
And if my thoughts are the trigger
and you were my paper
would you let me pull it?
If so I'll treat this ink like it's my blood
put my pen to paper, like a gun to the head
and hopefully write too many words
so you'll never see me again
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