it's just a story of a tale sitting on the clock watching time run it's just a story of destruction why need love when we have guns.. in this life we all will die with a gun in hand in our graves we'll lie it's just a memory of a time that our youths were in love it's just a memory of a dream there's no one to save above.. we can stop ourselves on this earth if only we could realize what life is worth hold me hostage, hold me hostage put your gun to my head to my head let my life be sold you're being sold by the violence in your head i'm kissing a dream tonight you don't know what it's worth the end will come with a bang a bullet through the earth
Reason for writing:
it's all there, unfortunately...
Birth sign: Aquarius
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