Gunshot -Kard

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Sticks and stone may break my bones, your words always break me...

Those kinds of metaphors never made sense,

words are not stick or stones, they are bullets. 

The farther in the limelight you are, the harsher they are. 

I'm someone's kid just like you are.


Loading what I've confided in you into the barrel and aiming it at my chest.

It's not always a stranger pulling the trigger.

People change, they grow apart, 

you never know what they will do when it's over.

They could be that fatal gunshot.

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⏰ Last updated: May 19, 2022 ⏰

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