My life is nothing yet but the chamber of a gun
let it sit and it turns cold when it fires it burns
leave it be and it just might let someone live longer
pick it and use it and someone dies in the end.
with out a trigger i stand here gun to a head
head so empty the cold pressed against my face.
i run the gun threw my hair and play with it.
my hands trigger happy and smiling.
i push it up against the side of my head
pull it back and band their it goes
my life before my life is going down.
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Don't ever asume anything until you know, that lifes course is never set into stone.
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