Throwing Stones
My world's alone and lost
I just wish things were simple
Words are stones in ponds
I feel the pain in every ripple
Time won't atone your wrongs
Emotionally I'm crippled
I'm Floating in the fog
I loathe the love I give you
My girl, I'm almost gone.
Gun pressed against my temple
Don't know how I'm holding on,
I guess it's cause i'd miss you.
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