nothing. there is nothing that i can think to write about now that the ink has run dry and the papers are burning. the photographs lay tattered and torn at my feet and the ticket stubs from all those movies that we saw have been ripped to shreds. the night has never looked so black since my only star burned out and went away. unforgettable. the times that we shared together are always going to be stored in the back of my mind, locked away where they'll never be stolen and there they will remain. this guitar weeps in my arms, releasing the notes of sorrow i've kept inside through this damn-expensive amp. ammunition. i've got a loaded gun and you're in my way. i never thought it would come to this and i never thought i'd see the day where i'd honestly feel like killing something beautiful, where i wanted to destroy something beautiful. this homicide will be all over the news. and your family will wonder what happened to you but your friends won't even care. i've got a loaded gun and you're in my way. i could reanimate your corpse and parade you around like a puppet and everyone will love you far more than they ever did before. ammunition for a homicide. i've got a loaded gun and you're in my way. there's nothing i can think to write about now that my only star has burned out and gone away. i'm sorry. but you deserved it.