pointing her fingers to to her head mimicking the barrel of a gun she'd never see/ she screams if only i had the bullets you'd say goodbye to me/ im lying as i tell her that i can see her is crying/ im fooling her with this elaborate smile that im designing/ and truly im trying, but inside im really dying/ i move to hold her but she trys to get away/ i pull her in tighter, so that maybe she would stay/ i feal her in my arms and tighten my embrace/ i can see her every emotion and the expression on her face/ she whispers can you really still love me.../ i know im not as pretty as a use to be/ through her words i could feel her heartache/ and through her tone i could feel her heart break/
peace always,
watsonTM
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