Friday, October 10, 2014
My life is like a loaded gun for someone
Someone I must have known or felt
I have blood in my hand, I am a guilty man
But I am already haunted inside by the ones alive
So spare me from your prison, that’s a lie
You can take my body and hang it to your side
My love is a crime, let it die
What’s left after a soul, is it promise?
Come to me, count your step
Now ask yourself, do you love this man..