In small steps

In small steps,

We fall in small steps,

He sends you his love

Made out of a bullet and a gun

He sends you his bullet

With love and speed

We poison ourselves

We poison ourselves in small doses.

These words are made out of shards of broken glass

That you meticulously placed on the floor

Let it take you under and let it drown your heart

Cause I breathe and I move my lungs

But the biological matter is left behind

So looking up is a lie that god has made

A false sense of a warrior’s heart.

Remember love has been chasing you for years

And you always shut the door

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