QUOTE : with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because <br />it’s all I have, <br />because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this<br />bullet inside me<br />‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.