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And she won’t let me tell, but it tears us apart 
When they talk at us like we don’t have a heart. 
We’re human, we’re completely real 
Just like anyone we think and feel. 
It hurts to hear 
‘Cause they take everything we fear 
And make it all too clear 
That my defences are sheer 
And stitched by a hand that didn’t know how to sew 
Stitched by a lonely child that would never know 

We’ll never tell them what’s beneath our seductive smile 
That behind our deserted eyes we’re nothing but a child. 
That would unveil our flawless disguise 
That would expose us in all our lies. 
But we don’t have time to be pensive and reflective 
Besides the barrel of a gun in our mouth offers a pretty unique perspective. 
The boundaries between life and death in one little finger 
We stroke the border with the pull of a trigger. 
When the gun cocks will it make a sound? 
What will it look like when we’re found? 
Will the blood on our hands be a dead give away? 
Or will we pass it off as an unfortunate twist of fate? 
Amazing how one little hand can take a life 
One simple pull can end the strife 
We can do this with grace, we can do this with ease 
Finger on the trigger, pull and release. 

Staring at a stain on my wall, windows 4 feet deep.
You and I both know, that when it’s time to go, you’ll smile at it all..friend.

Here we go again.

 Here we go again.
We laid side by side on my bed, talking about our secrets, talking about the things that scared us the most…
We were best friends and we could trust each other with the world…
She meant everything to me.

When I don’t have to leave, but the walls are closing in.
I’ll know that its over for us.