Sometimes i Outdue myself...

[dractoid]

take this gun and shove down my throat, pull the trigger in blood my body float. Can you live with what you've done? Was pulling the trigger that much fun? I could've been so much better with you, I loved you...did you love me too? For us to know how i felt, the bullet was sent, down i knelt. In front of my god, i begged for life, was sent to hell with a bleeding knife.

Written by: Paul Linger (thats meeeeeeeeeee) Dont ask me who its about...i dunno...it just came out of my fingers.