The Irony Of Your Perfection

One chance, one shot,
one bullet in the back of my head,
and it came from the bottom of your heart.
You couldn't find the words to tell me,
so you went and found some bullets and shot me.
What better than the kiss of a 9mm
to promote the heartbreak ?

Goodbye to the paramour notes,
we used to be such a finely scripted romance,
but now you're all alone in watching me drown
in our last tragedy that you so proudly painted.

Oh God, how the bullet meets my lung,
just like the love it takes my breath away.

Oh God, well now its ended,
but the last laugh belongs to me; listen up,
this is my bullet of envy.
This mess, the cracks in your heart,
that's what you've created.
This the heartache that only you've invented.

Oh God, how the bullet meets my lung,
just like the love it takes my breath away.

You're pulling the trigger,
pacing the bullet against my heart,
screaming the point 4,
so I can have a head start to exit.
But I'll break back through with my bullet of envy,
my bitter revenge before your sweet tragedy.

Oh God, pull the trigger,
oh God, the pull of a trigger.
Say something more
to preach the sudden silence.
My last words before your
gunshot