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by Moose Apr 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
You killed me That man is dead, killed by your knife How could you do that to his family, his wife? And how could you leave him to never be found, Rotting and falling apart on the ground? And what about your friend lying in the mud, He’s all cut up and covered in blood. He died for you, he saved your life And all you ever did was murder his wife, And what of that girl, you could have saved her too. But you ended up doing what you wanted to do. All you did was run, run and hide Now we all know you’re a coward inside. You could have saved them, saved everyone But since you didn’t you pull out your gun. You pull out your gun and you hold it to your head. You’ll soon be with your friends, you’ll soon be dead.
by Bleeding_Red_Fallen_Angel
OoOoOo I love it!! Defidently a 5. >3jess