Weakness, My Best Friend

I caught myself thinking about you again
If I had a bullet for every time I did that
I would be dead
And even though I have no pistol
You still kill me

You kill me
Even when you’re nowhere near me
You’re becoming my worst enemy
You are like my first cigarette
A habit I can’t get rid of

Your memories are torture
Your smiling face just breaks me down
Like a disease
You are the virus I have no control over
You damaged my integrity

I caught myself
Nearly killing you again
Even if I’m out of bullets
Even though I have no pistol
I still wish you were dead.


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