I couldn't have helped you, ever if I wanted to
You were tired, and wanted to be coddled by Death
The gun kissed your temple, and the bullet put you down
Now, you rest eternally, in Sanctuary Town
I never took you for the king of guy who kissed a Magnum
I had you pegged for a.45 king of guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem