heartstopper it feels like forever and a day since you ripped out my heart with your cold hands and now i see you, my heart in your grasp and you squeeze harder and harder till it spasms and blood drips forth coating you in all of me why are you tormenting me keeping me out in the acidic rain with such an open wound you make it seem like there is hope of recovery and yet you tear me apart don't you fucking know what you're doing? don't you fucking know what you are to me? taste my blood like you have before and maybe you'll remember. +++ russian roulette all i want is a .45 to shoot myself in the head *blam* so the memories of you can pour out each bullet for a piece of my sanity, my happiness *blam* there goes "i love you" *blam* there goes "i miss you" *blam* there goes "i want you" *blam* there goes "i need you" but i can't kill myself because i have no way of living without you and now that you're gone, i'm already dead *blam*
Besides the fact that a gun doesn't make a so called "blam" sound, plus the over use of that word... Not too bad.