You told me you loved me. But i caught you with another man. You tell me to get rid of my guns. But in this moment a gun seems like the only answer i have left in my fucking life. You tell me to put the gun down and lets talk. I rather shoot you and put a bullet in my own head. You scream as the shots ringed the room. You cried as he fell to the floor. Was are love a fucking game. Did you see him more of a man then you ever did with me. You try to stop me for doing more worse. But what you did isn’t even consider right. I load the shells in. I grab you by the head. I didn’t think ill go this far. As the shells come and go threw your skull i can feel happiness in me. Time is wasting. I stand in a gas filled room. I lit the cigarette. I can feel the heat scorching my body. I can feel the skin melting off. All of this for another love what a waste. You could’ve bin the answer to my problem. But all you were was a daemon in disguise.