I'm not naive and I'm not dumb,
I see you standing there with your gun.
You wanted what was best and what was mine,
But in the end only your own death you will find.
Between what is good and what is evil,
Don't be stupid to question if I'm an angel or your equal.
Thinking you're sneaky but you're not so wise,
I never got caught up in all of your lies.
The feeling of pleasure will one day be your pain,
When it arrives it will come at your disdain.
Taking what you want with no respect,
Eventually your life you will have to inspect.
So go on and shoot me in the heart,
I may die now but my ghost will forever haunt.
Your memory of me and what you have done,
I will make sure your head finally finds the gun.
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