There he is
Lying in the roses
Like delicate bone china
His skin is so pale
Ever since that day
When I pulled the trigger
I didn't want to do it
It wasn't my intention to kill him
Now my love rests
His eyes are no longer like the ocean
Instead like a black abyss
I want to be with him
But sadly I cannot
I hold a gun to my head
Tears come out of my eyes
The last thing I hear as I hold your hand
Is a gunshot
The last thing I ever remembered
Darkness
