I’m in pain
My soul is sick
Killing is my disease
How much is your heart worth to me?
Nothing
I’m nothing to them
You were in their way
They said killing is my release
I shot two birds with one bullet
And I was one of them
How much is your heart worth to me?
Nothing
I’m nothing to them
You were in their way
You disturbed their agenda
They said killing is my freedom
They said I shot you to set me free
Do you think killing you set me free from my embedded jail?
How could I have ever loved you if I’ve never loved myself?