And you didn't think.
You just pulled the trigger.
You didn't think about me.
You didn't think about the pain, the regret, or the heart ache.
You just pulled the trigger.
And left me alone to pick up the
bloody pieces.
But I would rather have this bloody wound
than your blood stained hands.
The blood stained hands still with a death grip on my heart.
And I would rather have this bloody wound
than your ugly lips stained with all of your ugly lies.
Because this hole hurts less than your broken promises
and my stupid wishful thinking.
Because this hole left in my heart hurts less
than all of your mind games and manipulation.
And this hole hurts less than your pretty words
and hurtful intentions.
And I would rather have this open wound to remind me to be grateful.
To be grateful you are no longer mine.
Because I was never really yours.
Because you didn't think twice about the trigger.
And you didn't think twice about the victim.
But don't you worry.
These wounds will heal.
And I'm going to be just fine.
Because baby,
I am no longer your victim.
