The Loaded Gun

She has his heart in her hands. Can she be trusted?

The Loaded Gun 
Writings by Marcello

Baby... Why do you
Forget all that we've been through
Baby... Why do you
Question what your heart holds true

Baby... Why do you
Feel the need to run and hide
Baby... Why do you
Fight those feelings deep inside

Baby... Why do you
Surround yourself with walls
Baby... Why do you
Neglect my texts and calls

Baby... Why can't you
Recognize a love that's real
Baby... Why can't you
Allow my love help your heart heal

Baby... Why can't you
Put past experience behind
Baby... Why can't you
See our love's one of akind

Baby... Why can't you
Accept the love I have to share
Baby... Why can't you
See just how much I care

Baby... I ask you
Let go of all your fears
Baby... I ask you
Let me wash away past tears

Baby... I ask you
To open your heart wide
Baby... I ask you
To allow my love to seap inside

Baby... I ask you
Don't allow your fears to win
Baby... I ask you
To let our life's journey begin

But I'm clearly too late
As your feelings dissipate
The love you had deflates
As you begin to alienate

I did not anticipate
My heart you'd decimate
My hopes you'd devastate
My trust you'd terminate

No longer my soul's mate
Pain pierces my chestplate
Igniting my heart rate
As breathing accelerates

The pain is far too great
Feel I'm about to suffocate
As I asphyxiate
Please do not resuscitate

My heart's now filled with hate
What's done can't be undone 
I guess the fault is mine 
Handing you a loaded gun

I just never imagined 
That you'd be the one
To put it to my temple 
Pull the trigger turn and run