'I love yous' and Friday nights have been wasted,
And those toxic kisses were always tasted.
I sacrificed friendships, what have I done?
It'll be in the past when I pick up this gun.
As the bullet lures into my head,
No words are spoken, never said.
As death approaches, I do not regret
The day my love and I first met.
My spirit rises up above,
Because I died to prove my love.
 
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