Aspen It Is Every Magician Knows Where The Trap Door Lies
Well i graciously accept this gift from you in the form of a bullet you shot into my chest. though it stings like hell i won’t admit that. there’s still time. you can save my life. i took your hand and you took me for a ride. i hopelessly convict myself. i’m in shackles. i am slick yet i can’t slip my way out of this. there’s still time. you can save my life. if you stay by my side i might survive one more night. i undoubtedly accept this gift from you in the form of a last kiss. i love the taste of your lips
