you wanted it this way

gun fire :: set my house ablaze

i could make you leave

i could make you want to stay

kill me quick

you wanted it this way

i came home like this

to a house in disarray

claw marks on the walls

spelling out your name

i could make you leave

i could make you want to stay

kill me quick

you wanted it this way

i’ve been getting these phone calls at night

a ghost of you saying turn off the light

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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