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This terrible battle is done. Our bloodshed brothers have help us won. Fought for me. Helped me. Aided my wounds, helped me see. The sword kissi..

You've got your gun to my head. Unable to act. Remember what you said? Things change. I changed? Evidently. I was blamed. Screwed up. Messed up. T..

I feel so beat down. Crashes, mayday. What was going through my head when I saw you today? Ask me. Do you even care? Probably not, so theres no rea..

I remember what you said. What you did, who you were. This blood pulsing through my head, I loved her. The sound of your heart racing. The pain it..

Drugs- Suggestive

Partial credit given to the band "Bayside" for the title. (from the song "Don't Call Me Peanut")

I can't look at your face. This empty heart in this case. I hear your voice and laughter. You get over it, soon after. Celebrate. Enjoy your happy..

Maybe I'm sorry, maybe I'm not. This isn't easy for me, since I took the shot. The bullet of pain and misery. The gun of hardship and backfire. ..

I thought it was more than teen affection. She made it more than mental desolation. Our love was not simple, so I thought. Then I realized, she has..

Over. Done. Ended. The way I feel and the way I am. She was my everything. She's gone. She loved me, took me by the hand, but left me at the heart..