Heaven And A Gun

Recover from the tragedies of life

Superstition, a scar you've left to show

Opinions are shot down

Wishes will no longer be made

Mistakes reveal those forgotten memories

Drying up into the tears you've never shown

A soul shatters, falling towards your bed for tears, lining up one by one

Whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard

Eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters

Escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun

Six chances now to break away

Your wish to be forgotten has already been made

Recover from tragic memories

A broken promise is all you have to hold in your hands

As the tears you've never shown rain down into your pool of gold