Staring Down The Barrel Of A Loaded Gun

Loaded gunStaring down the barrel of a loaded gun, the bullet fires through the air, smashing hard into my chest, the heat burns, smoke sweeps round, but baby you don’t even care. Wounded in the gutter, the rainwater washes the blood away. I look into your eyes, indifference stares back. Baby you don’t even care, how much pain you cause.

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