Living day to day without love
Black and white is what i see in my dreams
As I envision a bullet as pure as a dove.
I stare at the mirror
Disgusted by what I see
In my head I hear her
Breaking the heart of me.
I lose all hope
No luck or four leaf clover
As I slowly tie the rope
I yearn for it all to be over.
I cry for all the things I wanted to do
And as I drift away I whisper "I love you"
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