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