Dear friend to some
How has life been
I heard the world was cold to you
And love died on your path
On that day you chose a lot over one
A lot has happened since you left
As you basked in the wind
Sweet talking your way out of my life
What itchy fingers you left me with
As they hungered for the trigger
And the big old gun you left behind
You left a target on my head and a gun on my hand
If this gets to you well it is to tell you the gun did hit its target


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