Temper temper shes not fighting,

but her pulse is saying otherwise,

they couldnt find her heartbeat,

when you knocked her off her feet,



Death walks grinning with, 

his broken wings and pointing,

fingers at the chosen ones,



A lot have never met him,

but the dead have met him once,



The only thing left in you, 

is a skeleton, 

[oh no you did it again],

just give a little laugher,

how you gunna stop this now?,



cops and robbers side by side,

crying "how we gunna stop this?",

was it ever worth it?,

and you wont need your guns for this,



we've been listening to music,

we'll have them by somewhere safer,

(we'll never use it),

somewhere else.



love, your love, your love is finding itself sort of enough,

for us to put us back together. 



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