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by Chris   Nov 22, 2005


3 shots to the chest, i take
All the blood is real, not fake
3 Shells to the Head
turns out i'm dead
The loaded gun in your hands
and the pain and guilt lies in your eyes

3 wounds to the heart
my world fell apart
3 stabs in the back
and this is a fact
I truly Hate You
and this proves you hate me too

You got what you earned
it was quick, not a sting or burn
I did what needed to be done
and my battle was won
So good-bye my love, take care
and know what happend was fair..

Good-bye

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