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- Triston

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Gun

He put the gun to his head
He put the gun to his damned head
and said, "Baby, I promise you won't forget
about the things that I've said."

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!

"You went behind
my back for the last time.
I'll never have to see the day
when you go back to him
and tell me it's okay!"

It's okay!
It's okay!
It's okay!
It's okay!

He put the fucking gun to his head
He put the fucking gun to his damned head
and said, "This is the last time
you'll ever see my face,
And I hope it's a fucking disgrace."

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!

"This is the last day
I'll ever have the thought
of you going back to him,
you stupid whore."

He put the fucking gun to his head
He put the fucking gun to his damned head
and said, "Baby how could you do this to me?
I've been here for you through everything
but apparently that means nothing to you!"

As he shook with anger
He stared her in the eyes
He sighed and shouted,
"Why do I have to put up with
your fucking lies?!"

So he closed his eyes
thinking of all the lies,
and pulled that trigger.
She was his demise.

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