Bullets hurt but love hurts
Bullets hurt but love hurts more.
Love bullets pain i love the way you say my name.
Bullets shot through my chest i never felt a thang.
Losing you and the thought of not having you would be my worst pain.
The pain that will make me go insane.
The pain that would probably make me put 15 shots through my brain.
You was the good girl going out with ought with a dude who wanted to slang.
But when i was with you you flushed it all down the drain.
The way made me felt and the stuff u made me thank.
Will never be the same
So this is what I got to say
Roses are red violet are blue.
You were my girl and i was glad to call you my boo.
But i spit these rhymes just to let you know we still coo.
But i've never been the same ever since we split up in two.
And that's the realist stuff i ever heard of because that's the realist truth.
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