Testo End

She begs - let it.
She begs - let him.

To weak to pull the trigger, she'd rather drown in her own tears.
She begs - let it.
She begs - let him die.
Her voice shattered on the day that innocence died.
Her pale skin hung like drapes, so careful not to let anything in.
But more importantly, not to let anything out.

I watch as her green eyes dull to grey.