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by quick&painless Jun 7, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
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