Yeah,
so I understand why you don't care, why should you?
You never cared in the first place.
You never cared at all.
Not a call, not a text could rearrange this 'position' that I'm in.
I thought we were better than that, we could've been better friends.
But in the end, you don't care.
You wont care.
No one does.
I hate love living so I'd rather it be dead.
I didn't have to ask you to kill it, you were already prepared.
So just pick up the gun & shoot me in the heart.
So love can just die and I can be free.
Not tied down to my insanity.
I'd rather be dead than to let love live.
If it were to survive kill it once again.
Because I know that love was never my friend.
And As I finish this note, this last cry.
Take it to my heart, pull the trigger, and let me die.
