Just pull the trigger,
I swear I'll never tell.
I'm too sick to go to heaven,
Far too sweet to go to hell.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
Two faced.
Just pull the trigger,
I swear I'll never tell.
I'm too sick to go to heaven,
Far too sweet to go to hell.
