An empty space where
my heart should be
spaces between my fingers
where yours would fit
perfectly
Now put the gun to
my head
please pull the trigger
make me dead
It feels like it's all been
done before
so what makes you think
I can take some more?
An empty space where
my heart should be
spaces between my fingers
where yours would fit
perfectly..
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