a VERY rough sketch Yeah.... I have this really weird song I wrote called Smoking Gun in the Rosebush, I wrote it quite some time ago and found it last night.... It was like, She drums her fingers on the floor/ She's had enough of his game/ She's always needed so much more/ This, it all falls on his blame/ All the things he's done, all the things he's said/ Every single word is running through her head/ Her final decision, it shook her to the core/ There's a smoking gun in the rosebush/ She'd never done anything like it before/ She didn't have an option, didn't have a choice/ She let the gun do the talking since he took away her voice That's all I can remember, it's saved on another computer... whatever. This is my first sketch of it! love! rzezy