i'm just another toy to break
a mistake to make
a love to fake
a waste of time
won't cross that line
read the print that's small and fine
second place
not worth the chase
just a face
to forget
to regret
when someone says my name
so tired of this game
it'll always be the same
till i put the gun up to my mind
and i leave it all behind
hear the shot echo across the sky
that, my friend
is my goodbye
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