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by Was cut by a knife that said love May 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
We sit as time passes, time that feels like eternity And all there is to show is a gun that sits beside me I look at you and put my hand on the gun We made a pack, its what must be done You grab it first, the silver heavy metal piece I watch as you pull the trigger then release I become scared but I cant let you go alone My turn to pull the trigger to break the bone Our spirits float and around our bloody corpse Watch as the people we knew fill their hearts with remorse Pain is gone, but so many have questions, Why did we leave in the middle of our life’s reception? Because we made a pack to stick together Through the worst and through the better, Best friends forever and ever is what we said No matter how many tears or blood we have to shed