a shotgun seems like my only friend now
now that you've left, nothing is real
my reality has been torn to pieces by your blunt departure
and everything i once felt for you is dead
as dead as you left me lying on the floor
left to wallow in the darkness of my own dreams
left with the feeling that i know you'll never be back

i wish you were dead

and what about all those promises you made?
were they real, or just words?
empty meaningless words
or did you really mean them?
you didn't

you're a liar