Laying here bloody and broken...Broken from your infliction Holding the gun, I pull the trigger ,but with your persuasion My spectrum of emotions laid out before me, I pick my favorite one. Not the hate nor the love but the dissapointment The true killer, the one with no face The lie that confuses and baffles While leeching dearly to my anger, my last resort, I see your face I see what I thought you were and what I thought you could've been As the blood stains the carpet and the illusion of your potential exits, my grip diminishes I look inside for my soul, I find it and with your persuasion killl it, causing the schism between us After all, a perfect little dream is the kind that hurts the most And your persuasion is killing me the most.....
