Soft Heart
Where am I going?
I guess I’ll never know
I can hope all I want but the answers never show
It's a shot in the dark but I’ve never held a gun before
It felt kinda good so maybe I should shoot some more
I’m scared but I like it
I’ll enjoy this for a bit
So let me make this clearer
I'm sorry this is morbid
One day I’ll shoot a mirror
It’ll shatter just like I did
This is my life
I wouldn’t trade it for anything
But maybe I should end it to stop all the panicking
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