My finger is on the triger,
i'm ready to pull,
until you pop in my head,
your face,
your jet black hair and crystal blue eyes,
but then i rememeber,
you lefted me.
I cried for days,
until i relized,
your my key to living,
without you,
there is no life.
I put the gun to my head,
said my final and last goodbye,
and pulled the triger.
I lay there dead,
blood pouring out of me,
just to think,
you left me,
because you were afraid,
of loosing me. :/