Shoot me. Shoot me straight through the heart,
the pain of a bullet is less than us being apart.
If you have to go, inject me with poison
then put me to sleep, and tell me the reason
why you have to go. Like a thief in the night.
Take my soul with you. I have no strength left to fight.
Because you are my muscle and the blood in my veins.
You are the one, to bring back my life again
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