When it’s all over and done
You’ll realize it was with your own hand that you took the gun
And made your face blood run
All I’m trying to do is take you out of it,
But to you it seems like I’m just a spout to hit
Cause my words and your intentions they just don’t fit
In other words I am warning you
Cause the scissors you’re pushing and the torn string’s you
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