Like a gun to the head

by MorbidCupcake   Feb 14, 2008


The room starts to spin
My head pounds and pounds
I'm feeling weak
Like I'm ready to lose it

Chills down my back
Sweat in my palms
My eyes are still bloodshot
I'm feeling sleepy
Like I'm ready to lay down my head
Blackout and never wake up again
The room is spinning
I'm all alone
And bleeding
Again

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