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
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