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I see you shaking as you stand there by the door

I watch your tears fall down to the floor

I point the gun at your face

I tried to figure out how to dispose of you without a trace

Something made you fall to the floor on your knees

I just sighed as I muttered geeze

You arose from the floor

But I refused to let everything go back to the way it was before

I cocked the gun to make sure it was ready as you sat begging

I figured I would be kind enough to let you live, so I shot the legging

That was sitting there next to the door

I knew you went to see another whore

I could smell her presence all over you

And that's when I came unglued

I ranted and raved with the gun above me waving

Now I knew that was not the way I should be behaving

But instead I decided to pull the trigger and watch you fall

I could see the blood spill into the hall

I knew that now my worries were over

But now I need luck from a four leaf clover

To get me out of this mess

Yes it was me and I confess