If I had just one bullet, and a trigger I'd pull it
Shoot my cupid out of the sky
Break off his wings, and gouge out his eyes
And thank him for nothing, 'cause that's all that he gave to me
Your love is my heart disease
(from my friend Lacy)
very deep, blunt, and true. It's what we need sometimes!
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