You kill me with your words
please stop your violence
You spit bullets
Your mouths a smoking gun
Words may cut deep
with your silver tongue
You've got
Hard hitting punchlines
with your
brass knuckle lips
and I'm at your mercy
until your mood shifts
You shoot insults
like a semi-automatic
and I can't hold my breath
because you always had it
I write it all down
because revenge is what I'm yearning
compose a diary of hatred
then hold a book burning
I'll shoot bullets back at you
but this time they're real
"See what you did to me?
I'll show you how I feel"
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