It ain't the gun, it's the man behind the trigger, gets blood on his fingers and run.
It ain't the lie, its the way that the truth is denied, but if there is one thing that I'm guilty of, it loving and giving when you take too much if somebody asked how we died, please look them straight in the eye, call it suicide.

Sisters stick together, no matter what happens, if the right die's more likely the left dies along with her, their hands together walking around, it's like no one can break them apart, without love your heart will turn on you and break apart with your sister by your side, her tears drop on the right's face, worried is filled in her eyes with tears of sadness and  rage, sadness because her own sister died in front of her eyes and rage for the person who killed her.

It's too late now their hands broke apart, their hearts broken into pieces, family filled with sadness because they lost their daughter, from the news she told them, they shut everyone out of their lives even their friends and other family members. becoming homeless and poor people that live in abandon houses, family members started dying but the first one to fall was her sister because of her heart cannot take the risk of living without her sister by her side, both live like they never did together.

-Brooklyn