The death of me

by eric   Sep 10, 2006


I try to be the best man i can be.
but it never seems to be enough.
no matter what i do i can never get you out of my mind
but i get the feeling that im never in your mind
you tell me your in love with me
but i think you are lying.
so you only leave me one choice
to choice to sit here thinking about you and drinking about you
untill the day all this whiskey and love for you build up and become to much
one day soon i will be sitting here alone with my shotgun in my hand.
as i pull the trigger my only though will be i love you.

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