Love is the pistol in the guise of pure lust
Fired in the name of a desolate soul
She said that she would always be there for us
That she would never think to let me go
I'm stupid for the things I was lead out to believe
Through that soft, soft light I sensed in her heart
And when that faint light drew away from our dreams
It was never enough as I fell to the dark
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