With a gun in my hand
I look in the mirror and I can't stop shaking

With a gun in my hand
I almost hold on but I can't stop my heart breaking

Memory of the things she said
I am nothing but an idiot
Memory of the things she said
she never love me I loved her a lot

marriage, miscarriage
Left lonely and disparraged
Feel useless, unwanted
happier days are haunted
and the vision of her happy make me want to blow out my brains
She did the leaving and I am the one going insaine
There is no god or their would be justice in the world
I sit alone he gets my girl

With a gun in my hand
I lock and load pull it up to my temple
With a gun in my hand
it is so difficult to do something simple
memory of the things she said
The lying saying that she loved me
Memory of the things she said
She wanted me to kill me

so I guess I will give her her wish

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