you (only) want the gun against her skull to remind you of the r e a l i t y. (coulditbe, coulditbe, darling.)
set her free and give her silk and she'll (dis)appear in(to) the fairytales.(Once Upon a Time...)
ohbutNO. hypocrite. you'd rather watch her beg and cry and feed her blue and green and red and yellow (colors of the rainbow) 'til she thinks she's going to die/ hallucinations, hallucinations: the gun's in her own hand(and darling, she's damn high and bleeding black fairytales)
'i am sick of colors and you're colored vivid-pink',
she said-'goodbye' and click.