I robbed myself of love when my heart chose to love you. Things like that happen when you’ve already dealt with trauma. Some people get their kicks and laugh when they think you're failing but in reality their laughter is of themselves and their personal demise. I have been broken a thousand times over on the one love that I thought was forever. The gas lighter. So take this broken Pistol as I beat it against your head so that I can actually have a reason to be the bad guy. The blood is all there. When you find out the weapon, the broken Pistol was my heart. You never cared to salvage it.