BLOOD STAINED FINGERTIPS

I did not know we were walking so very thin,
In this crazy world I thought it was not sin,
I thought our love would last so very very long,
So was it you or me or where did we go wrong,
Anyway you put it, you put a bullet in my heart,
But still everyday I wonder how we grew apart,
There is blood on my fingertips, my own blood from you,
You always said you love me,
but really now is it really true.

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