Eating Bullets

I've always admired your lyrics but the time has come for me to write my own song
I am cumbrous with words and my silence feels wrong.
silence isn't always golden sometimes it's red and burning
I can't seem to distance myself from the flames but I'm learning; I'm learning.
The important lessons are often learned painful and slow
you don't love with your heart your mind is the one housing your soul.
Eyes like windows why are your shades drawn tight?
living eyes wide open though you fail to have sight.
I have felt the cold barrel of your gun on my lips
you never meant to pull the trigger but I bit the bullet when your fingers slipped.
I'm standing right here like I've been all along
You may not like the lyrics but this is my song.

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