Love is a gun I long for love. Is what I’d like to say. But when love comes my way All I do is run away Run from the broken glass From the aftermath From what I could do But maybe I could try it with you? No! That can't be true. What if I shoot you? And what if you shoot me too? What would I do? Could I just bear my soul to you? You'd rip it apart, throw it away Listen to all the words they say Because it's not useful to you So, you’d shoot me? Wouldn't you.
(Not my photo)
