Shot me unlovingly
You shot me unlovingly
You joined the army
I said nothing
You pointed the guns on me
You’ve got it all wrong clearly
Though I thought we were nearly there
While the flowers in your palm
And the smile on that charm
I thought you really cared.
No! I wasn’t afraid of loosing you.
Till you shot me dead
You bought that army on my heart
Why did you hit that spark?
What went wrong?
Why did you disappear?
From, the shadows; in the dark.
Hunting my head
O’H I thought wrong when I thought
It was roses and not the guns.
You broke that bullet on me
When I thought you felt strongly
Well, I guess I thought wrong when I thought
You were the one all along.
I thought you loved me with surrounding butterflies
I thought they made you torch fireflies
Now you’re stood there with blood on your hands
While I’m paused there with my shattered plans
I thought I meant everything to you, plainly
I meant nothing at all for you.
When, darling
You hung me
You shot me dead.
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