Gun

 

Gun, my friend, I'm sick and insane

You have the cure: a bullet to my brain

Gun, my friend, you hold the key

To release me from my misery

Do me this favor, won't you please

Take this life away from me

I never thought I asked for enough

Maybe I've always asked for too much

Maybe someday I'll be okay

Maybe someday I'll love again

Maybe someday I won't be this way

When I'm dead and gone away

Gun, I foresee what my future holds

My life in a cage of ice so cold

Gun, bless me with your kiss

Send me to eternal bliss



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