Thinking of You
Thinking of YouI loved you so much
I thought you were the one
But now you’ve broken me
That’s why I have this gun
The many jokes
The happy times
Will never better
Your many crimes
When you first hit me
I didn’t want to believe it was true
You never did love me
And I thought I loved you
I loved you so much
I thought you were the one
But now you’ve broken me
That’s why I have this gun
I hold it to me head
I don’t care what they think
I’ll be thinking of you
Because of this one little thing
I carved your name
Into this bullet
So people would know
You’re the last thing going through my head
Get it? Got it? Love it!
I’ll be thinking of you
Even after my death
Hating every bit of you
There goes my last breath
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