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Silver Bullet
Slipping into insanity
A gun pressed to her head
She's hurting, and crying
And she's better of dead
Just one silver bullet
To make a final mark
Farewell to the world
And the dreams in her heart
She held love in her hands
But she let it all go
Why she pulled the trigger
No one will ever know
Not a mark on her body
She shot her soul instead
So she could become numb
At least in her heart and her head
There's no need to mourn
See she is still very near
She's just hidden away
Behind silver bullet and tear
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-21-03
~Design by Liandre~
A gun pressed to her head
She's hurting, and crying
And she's better of dead
Just one silver bullet
To make a final mark
Farewell to the world
And the dreams in her heart
She held love in her hands
But she let it all go
Why she pulled the trigger
No one will ever know
Not a mark on her body
She shot her soul instead
So she could become numb
At least in her heart and her head
There's no need to mourn
See she is still very near
She's just hidden away
Behind silver bullet and tear
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-21-03
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~Design by Liandre~
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