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11-20-03





If I had a gun right now



I’d blow the emptiness right out



Of my heart



I’d make you regret



Everything you ever did to me



Every fucking thing you



Ever said, which



Did not fall on deaf ears



Only a wounded soul



I feel like an animal,



(Oh pity them, I deserve this)



Or so that’s what



You keep telling me



As I writhe and twist in this



Trap of deceit



You call a friendship



Warm blood from your words



Pours over my body



And the metal squeezes me tighter



I try to break free of it,





Of you





But if I stay a little longer



It will kill me