Deadly Love

by biancaa   Dec 27, 2007


She holds a gun next to my head,
I'm the one she chose, but I was already dead.

The sun stopped shining on my face,
That day that girl came in, she won the race.

Ever since that day, my sun burned out,
She was your new princess, I can say without a doubt.

I lived in the darkness while you help her in the light,
So I give up now, I'm weak, I can't put up a fight.

You were my strength, you were my sun,
Now your pulling the trigger to my death gun.

Boom, I'm gone and you realize it's too late,
You pick up the gun, I told you love was fate.

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