A million thoughts and a million lies.

A loaded gun held in my hand,
Surrounded by a million lies,
A gulp for all this time.
Through it all,
You're the one I adore.
My finger's on the trigger now,
It's either you or me.

Can I use a gun to shoot the words out of my head?
I don't want to solve the mystery,
It's been way too long.
A million thoughts tend to be a million lies.
You should know.

The silence isn't so silent when you have a mind full of screams.
Remind me why I bother.
Remind me why I care enough to do this.

A loaded gun held in my hand,
Surrounded by a million lies,
A gulp for all this time.
But through it all,
You're the one I adore.
My finger's on the trigger now,
It's either you or me.
And it's me.

The End

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