The Click

Assassinate my heart, dear;
Your finger's on the trigger anyway,
And I'm just waiting for the click
That will send the silver bullet my way.

Why so pale?
Your cheeks live for that flush of red,
And if you're gone,
What will it matter if I'm dead?

Either way,
You'll be the reason I disappear;
But if I had a choice,
I'd rather die,
Looking you in the eye.

Lose your hesitance,
And assassinate me this instance,
Dear.