Gave you the loaded gun, aimed it at yourself
bullets to shoot down your enemies
but you liked being the victim, always in need of saving
boom, crackle, pop
the remainder of your friends drop
insecure, the gun slips languorously, dangerously
watching your blood stained hands you remember that corruption,
blame and loneliness never looked good on anyone
not even the villain
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