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'If you had two bullets, who would it be?'

The question brings me to my knees

I think to myself

And only one name comes to mind

I was holding on to nothing I find

And only one name comes to mind... you



You are the person of whom I thought I wanted

I thought you were the perfect person

I was blind to your imperfections which you hid deep inside

And often placed behind your lies



You took my face, looking in my eyes

But the truths you told were only lies

I think to myslef

And only one lie repeats its self

The heaven I held turned to hell

And only one lie repeats its self... you



And so many nights of prayer were all in vain

A bullet in your back is only half my pain

As I pull the trigger and the single bullet escapes

The hell that stood begins to be erased



As you fall to the floor and scream like a train

The bullet in your back did not enter a vain

So as it's hard to do, I must finish what I started

With the barrel to your chest, this ones in the heart... and



'If you had two bullets, who would it be?'

The answer I find is dead infront of me



I thought I loved you

Just another of your lies

I'm glad you took two

Otherwise, I myself would have died