This Gun

With a gun to your head,
I can make you tell me all the thing you said.

But why can't you tell me them from the kindness of your heart,
Making me force them out of you is gonna tear us apart.

I guess you didn't care,
How much I missed you when you wasn't there.

I guess it didn't matter,
That you caused all of my hopes and dreams to shatter.

I wish I would make you feel,
All the pain you caused that was so real.

With a gun I could make you do anything,
Even marry me with a diamond ring.

But instead when I put this gun to your head,
No longer will I worry because I'll mark you as dead.