How unlucky you must be
Tucked six feet deep- free
I guess it could've been worse
Could've fallen from the herse!

My own humour doesn't help much
I still wish for your voice, your touch
I'm not up for awakaning you this soon
I'll wait til we're both living above the moon

Until then my dear, I shall wait
Really, this gun holds this debate
Unloaded hope, isn't very daring
For my flesh is too soft for tearing

And now I turn around walking away
I could have came to see you today
Once more I could of finally felt alive
Dead to the core, is all that I strive
 
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