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How do you expect me to badmouth you when you were a mint to my life? How do you expect me to forget about you when my childhood is filled with you laughs? What games are you playing, my heart or my mind? How do you expect me to carry on when you’re my switch? I’d kill for you, back in the days I’d murder souls for you... mirror showing me a dead soul, did I even kill the right person? I could have had the gun pointed in my direction... I could have had one bullet to our love and I set horses loose instead of breeding our love.

Part of me still holds gloves bedazzled in pain and a sorry goodbye that came across as the cold breeze of 4th of July. I still write letters to you even though I pray you never tell me how they make you feel. Keep it to yourself, I’m here trying to stabilise my life don’t mind the bottle of wine it keeps me warm at night and don’t mind the headphones they give me guidance when I stumble.

I saw pictures of the innocent, how could pictures of the innocent cause so much sin?