Look inside yourself and I promise you'll see me. I was always there when you needed me, but it wasn't good enough. I would have bled for you, killed for you but still you left. I couldn't hurt anymore so you killed every feeling to ever had. Now I've tried to make up for the past trying to explain to the man I love now, is how it's hard to give him all of me, when you still hold half. Hard to dream up walking down our rosy aisle, when I had tripped down our own. He will never understand, like you. You did more than just hurt me, you put the gun to my head, pulled the trigger… BANG!
I am dead…
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