My Last Bullet
I can't let go , because I have a lot to say
Building up on my chest, making this gentle heart heavy
The thought of you makes my mind restless
Filling with questions
Hurt masked with anger
I ache to fight back
I stack this speech up high
Ready to crash down
You abandoned your own men
Now you have to pay the price
I march to you, ready for war
Approching the enemy that gave me life
Chanting for victory
Come face to face
Than there's silence
Some say it's the voice of God
A silence of death
My army then retreats, betraying myself
My defense crumbles
Ammunition is low
Heartbreak comes to the surface
Eyes filled with tears as I throw up my arms
In defeat, I surrendered
Mouth seald shut, throat closed up
After a struggle all I can muster is one bullet
Right for the heart
The courage to pull the trigger
"All I wanted was for you to love me."
And now you made an enemy
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