She holds her face as I hold her hand
Tears hide in palms like pearls hide in clams
I push for a pull but only find her letting go
Lost in the truth, what she’s to afraid to know
I didn’t ask for the end but she’s more then happy to give it
Pour salt in the cuts, fill cement in the divots
Anything to guaranty she no longer has to bleed
Even if it means killing me
For a moment I forget and confess I still feel love
Unfortunately it’s beyond love, now just a craving for a drug
So I release her hand and let the gun plant the seed
Vowing never to let this addiction kill anyone but me
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