I thought that I could drink you off my mind
But I was wrong
So hand me my gun
So I can end this pain
My thoughts of her
Continue to fall like rain
I see her when I am sleeping
I hear her call my name
But when I look
Nothing remains
So one final bullet shot
To help end this pain
I give my soul to you
My weakness is to blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem