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.