Smoking Gun

Smoking gun,
What have you done

Full of hurt and sorrow,
There's no way I'm making through tomorrow

You were her tool,
And now the blood pools

No tears come to my eyes,
Even without goodbyes

An easy escape is what you were,
Little did you know, I loved her

She didn't know
Tonight was the night though

No regrets; just confessions
But she left due to her stressing repressions

But here I stand,
Thinking of where you took her; that land

The imaginary land we didn't believe
But Your judgement, I hope You relieved.

The stabbing hurt that afflicts my heart,
Brings me to my knees; I'm falling apart

My fingers rip at my hair,
The pain, I still cannot bear

My stomach cringes
As I think of the fire of which she's sent singes.

As I reach for you now,
I pull the trigger, as I hear you go pow

I can't take the pain of missin'
So the last thing I see is crimson

Smoking gun,
What have you done