Desahogo.

It ain't the gun,
it's the man behind the trigger,
gets blood on his fingers,
and runs.
It aint the lie,
it's the way
that the thruth
is denied.
But if there is one thing
that I'm guilty of
is loving and giving
when you take too much.
If somebody ask how we die,
please look them straight in the eye
call it suicide.