By Scott
Date: 4 June 2000
Firing Squad
Guilty as charged.
Nothing more to say.
No defense to speak of.
Can't afford the lawyers.
Really didn't expect to find these dubious charges
of trying to shield her fragile heart,
only to find out she wasn't even interested.
Just line me up in this firing squad.
Ask me if I would accept my last cigarette.
Strap this blindfold around my naive head,
and shelter me from this harsh reality.
Count to ten and ask me again,
why facing death seems so much easier
than facing True Love.
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