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I don't own a gun
But you pointed
Your finger
Said I killed the man
Shot him in the chest
Without a hint of mercy
So I was cuffed
Dragged into a dungeon
Ordered to be silent
Until "they" arrive
As to who "they" are
I don't have a clue
Even now
That I'm looking at you
The darkness of your eyes
Reminds me of a black coffee
Simmering with mystery
Gaping out at me
I don't own a gun
But you insisted
I killed the man
Shot him in the head
Watched him bleed to death
Then you broke a smile
That reminds me
It's been a while
Since I saw happiness
Escaping from a cold heart
If it is genuine
I don't really mind
The truth that you can
Curve your lips
At someone else's misery
Makes the skin covering me
Quaver with a sense of foreboding
I don't own a gun
But still I killed the man
You said I fired
Six bullets
Ignored his pained screams
Filling the room
As his lungs bursted
From his throat
Approached him as he fell
And fired one more shot
But I don't own a gun
So how could I kill the man
As cold bloodedly as he had
Been murdered
You laughed at my face
Told me to stop lying
That I should tell the truth
Stop denying the allegations
Still I don't own a gun
So how could I fire his guts
How could I shoot his chest
His head until he expired
You stormed the room
Your voice sounded like a thunder
But I know better
And so I met your gaze
If this is my crime
You won't hear me deny
Over and over
Like rehearsing a lie
I don't own a gun
But I'm still seated at this court
The gavel made an eerie echo
As it was pounded against the table
Look, I don't own a gun
So why would I ask forgiveness
With no one testifying against me
The charges should be dropped
Listen I don't own a gun
And we're just wasting our time
But if I have to pay for this
I wish I hid the body
Well enough for it to rot
Six feet under ground
i (don't) own a gun,
katie
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