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It's wrapped in paper, gold and green. The prettiest thing I've ever seen. It's sitting on the passenger seat. I'm driving down the empty street. The shops are closed, the lights are out. I'm drowning a sea of doubt. The last gift is the heaviest one. A bullet from a loaded gun. I missed the moment, missed the chance. I missed the rhythm of the dance. Now it's just a box of regret. Something I cannot Forget. I should have given it weeks ago. Before the fight, before the snow. But I was scared of what you'd say. And now you're miles and miles away. I wonder if I open it up, Will I find the poison in the cup? The last gift is the heaviest one. A bullet from a loaded gun. I missed the moment, missed the chance. I missed the rhythm of the dance. Now it's just a box of regret. Something I cannot Forget.