Bullet Wounds and Broken Hearts

Here we are alone in this town's square.
To be honest this battle just isn't fair.
I see you staring back at me.
And I wish this didn't have to be.

If you knew what was going through my head
Then we'd both be dead.
One died of a broken heart
and the other was getting murdered from the start.

So here we are. Hands on holsters.
I have to give you the cold shoulder.
You aim for the vintage bullet hanging from it's chain.
I only have you and myself to blame.

But I'm keeping faith in my silver bullet.
It's known to ward off danger but
Honestly you're now nothing but a stranger.

We've stopped. Six shooters still in holsters. Hands down.
We show no emotion not even a frown.

We're done. We've walked away
Because there's no reason to stay.

Goodbye and as the blue eyed stranger said

So long my sweet...