And if I were to ever let you go, my life would be at peace.
Ha!
A funny thought darling.
What would I do without a bloody chin?
I would probably see through a clear lens,
Instead of this blue shade.
Ha!
I love the bullets you put in my heart.
I think it's pain that keeps me happy.
Ha!
What if you wern't a part of me?
I bet my hair wouldn't be blue.
It'd probably be blonde or black.
Ha!
Oh darling you make me hurt.
What would I ever do without you?
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