With this Gun

by quick&painless   Jun 7, 2005


With this gun
I'll make a hole.
pray to god
I'll live no more

with this gun
I'll take my life
I'll put an end
to all my strife

with this gun
I'll be set free
free from this prison
inside of me

with this gun
I'll rid of my pain
because 6 feet below
my body will be lain

With this gun
everyone will know,
when i said i was happy,
i was feeling so low.

With this gun
i will pass on my hurt.
make everyone else
feel like dirt.

with this gun
i shall die
no more,
will i have to lie

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