• When ever I reach out to touch you finger tips,
    Your hand falls away.
    If I try to pull you closer,
    your body slips from my reach.
    I can never be your lover.
    There's someone in the way.
    I wish I could make you love me more then them.
    But you won't, we're to close to be in love.
    So today I ask of you,
    Take my gun.
    Take it and point towards me.
    Take my gun.
    Shoot me.