Smoking Gun

Greetings old friend
When did we last speak
I remember when you last
Cried yourself to sleep
I was there
Standing right beside you
Holding back your hair
When no one would guide you

I am the only one
You can really trust
I hold the smoking gun
But my will is just

Think back to the days
When we would just stay inside
When your friends went to play
You would sit home and cry
Listen to my voice
There's something I must tell you
You never had a choice
This is your death knell que

It is just so much fun
Having you in my clutch
You're still able to run
Must be losing my touch

Don't you tell them a thing
Although it may not hurt you
You will soon feel the sting
When all your friends desert you
So keep it locked tight
Away from all others
Out of mind out of sight
Or else you won't suffer



Credits
Writer(s): Noah White
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