rip out my heart, all these scars keep ripping open. lick my wounds... force me down. it hurts... i'm still attached to this body... but not for long... peal my flesh from my bones, tear me from myself.. the barrel of a gun in my mouth... pull the trigger...i've learned to bite the bullet. changed ur mind...where aim now? at my head? thats right.. i have no heart.. u broke it along time ago.. i love the feeling metal... even if its the cold steel barrel of a gun caressing my temple... if it is i hope ur the one who pulls the trigger... cause i'm gone...
-BloodPhase-Yoru- · Sat May 20, 2006 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments |