You know the other night,
after we had that big fight,
an I had drank way too much wine.
Well, a few tears were shead,
an I put a gun to my head,
after you had gone.
It's no big deal,
It's just the way that I feel,
when I'm drunk an upset.
But I promise I'll never do it again,
no matter how much pain,
I feel inside.
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