If Psychology's My Gun, You're My Trigger

by Razor To Rosary

I’m sorry I told you to shut up

I’m sorry my dear

I was in a trance

You were yelling your throat out

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You’re so special, honey

Don’t you leave me

Baby bee, sugarplum

Who told you you could be so dumb?

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I looked up at the marquee

“Let me be, love, let me be”

And that’s when you ran away from me

“Let me be, love, let me be”

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You ugly crazy bitch,

You’re my everything

Yeah, you better be ashamed

You make me so fucking angry

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I hate you so much

I want you so much right now

You’re the love of my life

I’ll tear out your heart somehow

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I’ll hunt you down and find you

Just to save you from yourself

Don’t you know

You won’t be happy with no one else?

A/N: Allow me to say I have no idea where the heck this one came from. I think it might be some kind of response to "Did I Just Die..." About abuse but not from the side you'd expect - not something I'd support, actually. I kind of like it still, it's pretty in a lyrical way, and the title was a flash of creativity. I'm proud of this and at the same time... it's kind of a guilty pleasure. And I'm babbling. Babble some criticism, I'd appreciate it!

Thanks for reading!

Bárbara