• I can feel the gun pressed
    To my head
    My throat
    My back

    Why don’t you pull the trigger?
    End the misery
    The pain
    The life

    That’s in your hands
    Yours to look after
    Don’t break it
    Don’t lose it

    It’s always been
    Him
    You
    Us

    Since the day we met
    Talked
    Kissed
    Died

    I love you
    Always have
    Always will
    I’m sorry

    -BANG-