She was in pieces, yet he perceived her as whole. It didn’t matter what she told him, he thought he could play the role.
He approached her, only the best intentions in mind. She shot him down, and left no bullets to find.
Bleeding out on the ground, she leaves him for dead. His heart shattered and broken, there’s nothing left to be said.
She made a choice to load the gun. He made a choice not to hide, not to run.
So who’s the victim and who’s to blame? In this story of two hearts, just playing the game.
What if I told you it was him that made her so bitter and cold?
What if I told you it was her own doing that made this all unfold?
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