The Hardest Part

This is the hardest part of living
Not the forgiving, but the giving
Back what you took from me
And the way you just can't see
What is right in front of you
Those mean things you do
Just get your gun
And drop all the fun
Don't stop and don't look back
Don't stop, kill me...a conscience you lack.
You are running out of places to hide from me
Our lives will never be
The same as it was before
And arguing with youjust seems like a chore
I can't live my life like this
Just shoot.. Hit and Miss
So if living is the hardest part
Well then we will meet again and our hate will start