12 Months of Hope + 12 Hours of Love = 2 Fake Smiles (song)

Put your finger to the trigger,
Why don't you just shoot me now,
You might as well have done it,
When you told me that we weren't down.

You'll send me falling down farther into depression,
you'll spend me sprawling forward and when I hit the wall I'll leave an impression.

Please don't like to me,
I know I'm just a passing fad,
But love is a disease,
And now I know I've got it bad.

You'll send me falling down farther into depression,
you'll spend me sprawling forward and when I hit the wall I'll leave an impression.

Please don't hurt me again and again,
Please don't break my heart over and over.

I know you said your sorry,
I can't help but think twice,
You know that even now,
You have my heart in a vice.

You'll send me falling down farther into depression,
you'll spend me sprawling forward and when I hit the wall I'll leave an impression.