There is gunpowder residue on my soul
Who pulled the trigger?
There is a million stabbing wound in my spirit
Who is the one who knifed me
My feelings are being ripped apart
Who is that set out to devour me?
Havoc is being created within my mind
Who is this raptor , preying on my weakness
I fight, fight and fight
Tears streaming down from my eyes
I scream, scream, and scream
The sound is being drowned out by the noise of evil laughter
The pain afflicted by an enemy, pales into comparison
by the pain inflicted by a loved one
I am bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
There is not enough bandage in the world to cover this wound in my soul
There is gun powder residue on my soul
Because my loved one pulled the trigger and shot me !