Gunpowder and Lead

--Far from my best, but you people will live; I have to vent somehow.--
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I've always said, "Follow your heart,"
But what if that isn't the best for you?
You're like the drug, and I, the addict,
But your taste is getting stale; it's nothing new.

Take your gunpowder and stuff it in my mouth;
You're just like my substance abuse.
You've got it pointed at my head instead of my heart,
And you know there's nothing left worth to produce.

Everybody deserves a chance to explain,
But baby, you've got enough to do,
There's something about you that breaks my heart;
My time shouldn't be spent running after you.

You think you've got me under your nail,
But hunny, that's something I can handle,
There's nothing more I want to do;
I've always hated your lies and scandals.

With the cocaine under my nose,
Everything feels all right, but we both know it's not.
The foundation may be there, but it's rotting,
There's a tear for decision, and I'm actually caught.

The taste is getting stale; it's nothing new,
There's just something about it that makes me stay.
What is familiar seems right, but isn't always what it seems,
I've got a decision to make and I'd better make it soon.

I've always said, "Follow your heart,"
But what if that isn't the best for you?
You're like the drug, and I, the addict,
But your taste is getting stale; it's nothing new.