You've driven me to drink, you've driven me to smoke. 

You've driven me to love the things I hated the most. 

The things that kill you are often the things that give you life,

Especially when the things you love are often a gun or a knife. 

I've held both and I've held your hand,

Oh how you're the most fearsome weapon known to man. 

You've taken my life away like an atomic bomb,

Who would've known one kiss could've lead to this all. 

Your taste has been masked by cheap cigarettes and whiskey,

I told you all along it was a mistake to kiss me. 

It's a shame how we hate things we loved the most,

Now there's just an empty seat filled with a hollow ghost.

-unknown

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gambol  

(n.) an act of running or jumping about playfully.