Bullet With A Name
I carve the names of your lovers into my bullets
right before I kill them.
And it makes me laugh as they apologize when I come to the door
and explain to them
that your MINE.
They are always way too slow to realize the gun behind my back.
And it makes me laugh as they hit the floor slowly
just like everything else they do.
They think they can live after trying to take you away?
And it makes me laugh as their blood smears across the floor.
All they do is make messes of everything.
Don't you see?
You belong to me
And it makes me laugh how you never realize who it is
it might be my amazing acting
as I hold you close every time it happens
every time you cry over how your little follower ruins everything
And it makes me laugh when you don't realize
it's me who hurts you
and pulls you back together
to send you off to another stupid girl
just to get heartbroken again.
How many girls is it going to take before you just come to me?